oR Be rare veteran erm Bellefonte, Pa., November 8, 1912. — S——— FRECKLES By Gene Stratton- | Porter | COPYRIGHT. 1904, BY DOUBLEDAY, PACE & CO. {Continued from last week. ] CHAPTER XXII THREE GUESSES. hg HEN the younger son found that she had left London. he ran off and followed her.” ! continued the angel. Free: | kles was listening most attentively | now. “When she got here all alone and | afraid.” the angel went on, “and saw | him coming to her. why, she was so glad she up and married him, just like anybody else would have done He didn’t want her to travel with the | troupe, so when they got to Chicazo | they thought that would be a good place, and they stopped, and he hunted | ft was slow business, because | work. he had never been taught to do a nseful thing. and be didn’t even know how to hunt work. least of all to do it when he found it: so pretty soon things wer» going wrong. But if he couldn't find work. she could always sing, so she fang at night, and made little things in the daytime, He didn't like her to sing in public, and he wouldn't let her when he could belp himself; but winter came, it was very cold, and fire was ex- pensive. Rents went up, and they had to move farther out to cheaper and cheaper places; an | you were coming-- 1 mean, the boy that is lost was com- ing—and they were almost distracted. Then the man wrote and told his father all about it, and his father sent the fetter back unopened and wrote him to never write again. “When the baby came, there was | mighty little left to pawn for food and a doctor, and nothing at alt for a nurse, so an old neighbor woman went in and took care of the young mother and the little baby, just because she was so sorry for them. By that time they were away out in the suburbs on the top floor of a little wooden house, among a lot of factories, and it kept getting colder, with less to eat. Then the man just as easy as to that other lost boy.” Freckles reached up and turned the angel's face until he compelled her eyes to meet his. “Angel,” said Freckles at last, catching her wrist, “are you trying to tell me that there is somebody bunting a boy that you're thinking might be me? Are you belavin' you've found me reiations?” Then the angel's eyes came home. The time had come. She pinioned Freckles’ arms to his sides and bent above him. “How strong are you, dear heart?” she breathed. “How brave are you? Can you bear it? Dare [| tell you that?” “No!” gasped Freckles. “Not if you're sure! I can't bear it! I'll die if you do!" The day had been one unremitting | 128 strain with the angel! Nerve temsion was drawn to the finest thread. It snapped suddenly. | “Die? she flamed. “Die. if T tell , you that! You said this morning that | you would die if you didn’t know | your name, and if your people were honorable. Now I've gone and found you a name that stands for ages of bonor, a mother that loved you enough to go into the fire and die for you, and the nicest kind of relatives, and you turn round and say you'll die over that! You just try dying and you'll get a good slap! | "he angel stood glaring at him. One second Freckles lay paralyzed and dumb with astonishment. The next the Irish in his sou! rose above every- | thing. A roar of laughter burst from him. ‘The terrified angel caught him in her arms and tried to stifle the | sound. She implored and commanded. The tears rolled from Freckles’ eyes and he wheezed on. When he was too worn out to utter another sound. his eyes laughed silently. When he was quiet and rested the angel commenced talking to him softly. “Dear Freckles,” she was saying, *across your knees there is the face of the mother that went into the fire for you, and I know the name-—old and ful of honor—to which you were born. Dear heart, which will you | have first!" “Me mother!” She lifted the lovely pictured face and set it in the nook of his arm. Freckles caught her hand and drew her down beside him, and together they gazed at the picture. “Me mother! Oh, me mother! Can you ever be forgiving me? beautiful little mother!” chanted Freckles over and over in exalted wonder. “Wait!” cried the angel to the mute question she could no more answer than he could ask. “Wait, I will write | it!” . She hurried to the tablé, caught up the nurse's pencil and on the back of got desperate, and he 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 her baby and went into the city to sing for some money. The woman got so cold she put the baby in bed and went home. Then a boiler blew up in a factory beside the little house and set it on fire. A piece of iron was pitched ncross the little house and broke through the roof. It came down smash, and cut just one | little hand off 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 had happened. She knew there wasn't going to be time to wait for the fire- men or anything, and she ran into the building. She could hear the poor little baby screaming, and she couiln't stand that, so she worked her way up to it. There it was, all hurt and bleed- ing. Then she was scared almost to death over thinking what its mother Nn atm a Ba. Oda 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 im when her husband came, and he went in after her. and the house went down over both of them.” Freckles lay rigid, with his eyes on the angel's face, and she talked rapid- iy to the ceiling. “Then the old woman was just sick Nl | x “ME MOTHRE! OH, ME MOTHER!" a prescription tablet wrote, “Terence Maxwell O'More, Dunderry House, County Clare, Ireland.” Before she md finished came Krec- kles’ voice, “Angel, are you hurrying?” “Yes,” said the angel, “1 am. But there is a good dea! of it. 1 have 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 her 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. 1 suspect you are richer than McLean, Freckles.” hair. right, dear Lim- sald. ; gE: 2: i F i BEE 38% Eis quick!" One instant the angel stood looking down on him. The next a crimson wave darkly stained her lovely face. ' a home, and money.” tightened until he drew her up to and then down beside him. He slipped his arm abont her and drew her face to his pillow. | “Don’t angel; for the love of merey | don't be doing that,” he implored. “I can't be bearing it. Tell me. You must tell me.” The ange! shook her head. “That ain't fair. angel.” said IFree- kles. “You made me tell you when it was like tearing the heart raw from me breast. And you was for making everything heaven-- just beaven and nothing else for we. If I'm so much wore now than 1 was an hour ago, may- | be I can be thinking of some way to | fix things. Yon will be telling me?” | he coaxed softly, moving his cheek | against her hair. The angel's head moved in negation. Freckles did a moment of intent think- “Maybe | can be guessing,” he whis- pered. “Will you be giving me three | chances?” There was just the faintest possible assent, “You didn’t want me to be knowing me name,” guessed Freckles. The angel's head sprang from the pillow and her tear stained face flamed with outraged indignation. “Why. 1 did. 100!" she burst out an- grily. “One gone.” said Freckles calmly. “Yon didn't want me to have relatives, “1 did!” screamed the angel. “Didn't 1 go myself, all alone, into the city, and find them when | was afraid as death? 1 did too!” “Two gone,” said Freckles. “You didn’t want the beautifulest girl in the world to be telling me”— Oh, me | | Down went the angel's face, and a | heavy sob shook her. Freckles’ clasp | tightened about her shoulders. and his | face, in its conflicting emotions, was | m study. Despite all it meant to him to | know at last his name und that he fwas of honorable birth—knowledge | svithout which life was an eternal dis- ! grace and burden-—the one thing that was hammering in Freckles’ heart and | beating in his brain past any attempt- ed expression was the fact that, while he might really have been name- less, the angel had told him that she | loved him. He could find no word | with which to begin to voice the rap- ture of his heart over that. ut if she regretted it, if it had been a thing done out of her pity for his condition or her feeling of responsibility, if it killed him after all, there was only one thing left to do. “Angel,” whispered Freckles with his lips against her hair, “you haven't learned your history book very well, | or you've forgotten.” “Forgotten what?’ sobbed the an- gel. “Forgotten about the real knight, ! ladybird.” breathed Freckles softly. “Don’t you know that if anything happened that made bis lady sorry a real knight just simply couldn't be re- | membering it? Angel, darling little ' Swamp Angel, you be listening to me. There was one night on the trail, one ! solemn, grand, white night that there ! wasn't ever any other like before or | since, when the dear boss put his arm ‘about me and told me that he loved ' me, but if you care, angel, if you don't want it that way, why, I ain't remem- bering that anybody else ever did-not in me whole life.” : The angel lifted her head and looked into the depths of Freckles’ honest gray eyes, and they met hers unwaver- ' ingly. but the pain in them was pitiful. “Do you mean,” she demanded, “that you don’t remember that a brazen, forward girl told you, when you hadn't asked her, that she”—the angel choked on it a second, but she gave a gulp and brought it out bravely—“that she loved you?” “No!” thundered Freckles. “No! 1 : don’t remember anything of the kind.” But all the song birds of his soul burst into melody over that one little elause, “When you hadn't asked her.” “But you will,” said the angel. “You may live to be an old, old man, and then you will.” “1 will not!” cried Freckles. ean you think i“, angel?” “You won't ¢ 'en look as if you re- member!” “1 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 gr me home or hearing another man me by the name | was born to than to remember anything that would be hurt- | lng you, angel.” i CHAPTER XXIV. | RINGS AND A FEATHER. | fu<] HE angel's tear staimed face flashed into dazzling beauty. “How . ' 80 mach that I’m scarcely myself or 1 | would@'t be bere bothering you when | you should be sleeping. Of course you | couldn't. You're too good a knight to remember a thing like that. Of course you are! And when you don't remem- | ber, why, then 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 remember, Freckles; perfectly ! It's no wonder | love you so. ; The wonder would be If I did not. | should like to know how I'm ever go- "all women like that? come true this minute? Did you hear it? You are only a pictured face, and of course you can't talk, but the sou of you must be somewhere, and sure- ly in this hour you are near enough | to be hearing. ‘ell me, did you hear , that? { soul; but, darling little mother, that | | gave your life for mine, | can alwegys : 1 ean’t ever be telling a living | be talking ot it to you! HKvery day we'll talk it over and try to under | stand the miracle of it. ‘Tell we, are | Were you like | me Swamp Angel: If vou were then I'm understanding why me father foi lowed across the ocean und went into | the fire after you.’ Freckles voice trailed off, his eyes dropped shut, and his bead rolled hack from sheer exhaustion. Later in the day he iusisted on seeing Lord and Lady O'More, but he fainted before | the look of his own face on that of | another man. {Concluded next week. i | State's Interests Should Be Protected at the Same Time Companies’ Powers Are Increased, Says Presi-| dent of Water Conservation Associa: | 1 tion. Pittsburgh, Pa., Oct. 31.—In a state. ment given out here today Morris Knowles, president of the Water Con-! servation Association of Pennsylvania, outlined some of the difficulties that confront those who desire the wise utilization of the state's water re sources as well as those interested primarily in conservation and the pre- vention of floods. Mr. Knowles urges the construction of stcrage reservoirs for various beneficial purposes and de- clares an effort will be made to induce | the next legislature to pass adequate! laws governing the use of water in its natural state. ! “It is but a proper tribute to far seeing, conservative investors of capital,” said Mr. Knowles, “to say that they have for some time realized that, although the state of Pennsyl vania has had boundless resources ic oll, gas and coal, the time is coming] when these will be exhausted and the cost of power for the great industries of this state will correspondingly in- crease. It is also true that the great resources of ‘white coal,’ so called, that is the ability of falling water to develop power, is inexhaustible and is always usable from day to day and from year to year; because while rainfalls vary to some extent with the seasons, there is an average depend. able amount and with preper conserva- tion by storage and utilization, this may be made a never ending source of power and wealth to this state. Thus 1 say water power e¢ompanies, not to say water supply companies, have realized the great benefits that will come from the building of vast storage reservoirs and regulating the flow of streams to make water power more. continuous and water supply more “There is, however, a great stum- bling block in the Act of 1905, that the right of eminent domain to appropriate waters and the underlands for these purposes does not exist with the new companies at the present time. Thus the development of new resources can- not go on, for it is within the power of any farmer who does not fully com- prehend th- needs of water power companies or of aay antagonistic owner to hold up any company and prevent its acquiring the necessary and proper rights to do this work. The representatives of capital have very properly stated that these resources of the state should be developed, but not exploited and if these necessary ts are given to companies it is also just that there should be enacted new and greater legislative powers to the Water Supply Commission. “Thus an oppertunity will be given to make these great developments, but under the guidance of wise state regu- lation and reserve to the people such rights as may be necessary to protect them even to the generations to come; also at the same time to derive all benefits that will come from stored water, such as relief from floods and many advantages due to increased low water stages.” New River Wall will be Built. 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