The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1912-09-19

ing you had from that cnoirnn ster
won't account for the wonderful ac-
cent and ease with which you sing.
Somewhere In your close blood IN a
marvelously trained vocalist: we
every one OF us believe that. rreckles
why does my father refer to you
constantly as being OF fine perceptions
ana honorG Because you are.
Frecklea Why does the BIRD woman
leave her precious work ana stay
here to help look after your ! never
heard OF her losing any time over
any one else. It's because she loves
you. And why does MIR Mclean turn
all OF his valuable business over TO
hired men and watch over you per
sonnllyI And why IL he hunting ex-
cuses every day to spend money on
your My father says Mclean Is full
Scotch close with a dollar. He Is
hard headed business man, Freckles.
and he Is doing II because he tinds
you worthy OF IL. Worthy OF all we
can ali do ana more than we know
how to do. dear hearth Freckles. are
you listening to meI oh. won't you
see itl Won't you believe itr'
"Oh. angel" chartered the Devil
dered Freckles, ARE you truly mean
Ing tit Could It beT'
"Of course II could" flashed the an
gel. because II just Isl"
But you can't prove t." walled
Freckies. 1T amt giving me a name
or me honorr'
-Freckles." said the angel sternly.
'.you are unreasonable" Why. | did
prove every word | said Everything
proves itl You look here! II you knew
for sure that could give you your
name and your honor. and prove to you
that your mother did love you. why,
then would you just go TO breathing
like perpetual motion and hang on for
dear life and get wellY'
A great light leaped into Freckles'
eyes.
IF I knew that. angel" he said sol
EMMY, you couldn't be killing me II
you felled the biggest tree in the Lin
berlost smash on mer'
Then you go right TO work." said
the angel, land before night III prove
one thing to you: 1 can show you cas-
fly enough how much your mother
loved you. That will be the first step,
and then the rest will all come"
Freckles caught her sleeve.
me mother. angel Me motherr' he
marveied hoarsely. did you say you
could be finding out today II me moth
er loved mel Howf oh, ANGEL All
the rest don't matter. II only me moth
er didn't do itr'
Then you rest easy" said the angel.
with large confidence. "Your mother
didn't do IT. Mothers Of sons like you
don't do such things as that i'll 60 to
work at once and prove 1t to you The
FIRST thing to do IL TO go to that home
where you were and get the little
clothes you wore the night you were
left there | know that they are re-
quired TO save those things carefully.
We can find out almost all there IL TO
know about your mother from them
Did you ever see them. Freckiesr
-Yis" said Frecklea
The angel literally pounced on him
"Freckles, were they winter she
cried.
Maybe they were once. They're all
yellow with laying. and brown with
blood stains now," said Freckles. the
old note Of bitterness creeping In "You
can't be telling anything at all BY
them. angel"
We'll. but 1 Just canT- said the an
gel positively.
"But howY Angel. tell me howr'
"why. easily enough I thought
you'd understand. People that can az
ford anything at all. always get white
for little new babies-linen and lace.
and the very finest things to be had.
There's a young woman living near
US who cut up her wedding clothes to
have fine things for her baby. Moth
ers that love and want their babies
make fne seams. and tucks. and put
on lace and trimming by hand. They
sit and stitch. and stitch-little. even
stitches. every one just as careful
Their eyes shine and their faces glow.
When they have to quit to do some
thing else. they look sorry. and fold
up their work so particularly. There
isn't much worth knowing about your
mother that those little clothes won't
tell"
A new light dawned In Freckies
eyes.
"Oh. ANGEL WIN you go uowf WIN
you be hurryingY' he cried
Right away" said the angel 81
won't stop for a thing. and I'll hurry
with all my might"
She smoothed his pillow. straight
ened the cover. gave him one steady
look in the eyes. and went quietly
from the room.
Outside the door. Mclean and the
surgeon anIiously awaited her. Nc
Lean caught her shoulders.
Angel, what have you doneT he
demanded desperately.
The angel smiled denance-
what have ! doneY' she repeated
''rve tried to save Freckies"
Mclean groaned
what will your father sayT he
cried.
lit strikes me-" said the angel
''that what Freckles said would be TO
the point"