The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-10
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 I Sometimes lie .-., ., O4uetting with himself. and that was the funniest thing of all. for he turned his head up. down. from side 10 side. and drew in his chin with prinky little jerks and Hits. He would stretch his neck. throw up his head. turn it to one side and smirk-actuaIIy smirix. the most cempIacent and self Satis0ed smirk That any one ever saw on the face of Bird It was SO comical that FreckIeS md fhe angel told the Bird Woman Os { one day
 When she finished her work on Little Chicken she left them the camera all ready for use. telling them they might hide back in the bushes and watch. If Little Chicken came out and truly smirked and they could squeeze the bulb at just the proper moment to snap him she would be more than de lighted
 FreckIes and the angel quietly curl ed down beside a log and with eager eyes and softest breathing patiently waited. They were becoming anxious. for the light would soon be gone and they had so wanted to try for the picture. At last Little Chicken lifted his head. opened his beak and gaped widely. He dOzed a minute or two more The angel said that was his beauty sleep. Then he Iazily gaped again and stood up. stretching and :yawninR. He ambIed IeisureIy down toward the gateway. and the angel said. Now. we may have a chance, at last
 s.I do hope so." shivered Freckles.
 With one accord they rose to their knees and trained their eyes on the mouth of the log. The light was full and strong. Little Chicken prospected again with no results. He dressed his, plumage. polished his beak. and when he felt fine and in full toilet he began to fiirt with himself. Freckles- eyes snapped and his breath sucked be- tween his cIenched teeth.
 He's going to do t.'' whispered the angel
 Little Chicken nodded daintiiy and rufded his feathers He gave his head sundry little sidewise jerks and rap idly shifted his point of vision. Once there was the neeting little ghost of smirk- f
 .-Now. Nor snapped the angel.
 Freckles leaned toward the bird. Tense as a steel trap he waited Gn consciously the hand of the angel clasped his He scarreiy knew fl was there. Suddenly Little Chicken spranR straight up in the air and landed with a thud The angel started slightly, but Freek1es was immovabie. Then. as if in approval Of his last perform apce. the overRrowD baby wheeled un- tii he was more than three-quarters. almost full side. toward rbe camera. Straightened on his iega. squared his shoulders. stTptched his neck full height. drew in hia chin and smirked his most pronounced smifk directly In the face of the lens.
 FreckIes' fingers closed on the bulb eonvuIsiveiy. and the anEef's closed on hia at the instant Then the angel heaved a great sigh of relief and lift ed her hands to push back the damp. clustering hair from her fare.
 Hand in hand they ran for the north end of the swamp. yelling. "We got it.''
 The Bird Woman plunged into the swale at the mouth of Sleepy Snake creek and came wading out with a couple of cameras and dripping tri- pods.
 Moved by an impulse she never aft erward regretted. she bent and laid her lips on FreckIeS' forehead. kissing him gently and thanking him for his many kindnesses to her ID her loved work FreckIes started of1 walking on air. a1d be felt inclined to keep watching behind to see if the trail were not curling up and rolling down the line after him
 
 Next day FreckIes saw them com ing. The angel was standing. waving her hat. He spranR on his wheel and raced. Jolting and pounding. down the corduroy fo meet them The Bird