The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-12


 When ! r=.. med to find me father and mother when I grew up Now l know me mother deserted me. and me father was maybe a thief and surely a liar. The pity of me suffering and the watching over me has gone to your head. dear angel and it's me must be thinking for you, If you could be forgetting me lost hand. where was raised. and that had no name to give you. and If you would be taking me as I am. some day people such as mine must be might come upon you. used to pray livery night and morning and many times the day to see me moth Now only pray to die quickly and never risk the aight of her. Faint no ways possible. angel: It's a wiIdness of your dear head. Oh. do. for mercy sake. kiss me once more and be let ting me gor'
 Mot for a minute. cried the angel. s'Not for minute. if those are all the reasons you have. There are thousands of young couples who come to this country and Etart a family with none of their relatives here. Chi caRo isNa big city. and grown people could be wiped out in Iot of ways. and who would there ever be to find to whom their little children belongedT It's all go plain to me. Oh. if could only make you seer
 She buried her face in the pillow and presently lifted 1t. transfgured.
 ~Now have ft." she cried. "Oh. dear heart: can make it 90 plain: Freck les. cnn you imagine. you see the old LimberIost trail. Well. when we fol- lowed it. you know. there were pIaces where rgiy prfckly thistles overgrew the path. and you went ahead with your club and hent them back to keep them from Etinging through my cloth ing. Other piacPS GeEre were great shining pools where iovely. snow white lilies grew. and you waded tn and gathered them for me. Oh. dear heart, don't you see? It's this: Everywhere the wind carried that thiStledown. oth- CT thistieS sprang up and grew prick les apd wherever those fly seeds sank to the mire the pure white of other lilies blOomed. But. FrpckIes. there was never a place anywhere about the I.imberIoSt. or in the whole world. where fhe thistIedOwn noated and spfanG up and DIoxsomed into white lilies. Th1StIe< RrUw from thistIes and lilies grow other lilies. Dear kreckIes. think hard: You must see 1t: lou are lily. straight through: You never. nev- CT could nave drtfted rum the thistle patch.
 s'EFhPre did you get the courage to z6 into the fImfHsrIost and face it's ter TOTS. fou inherited ft from the blo0d of a brave father. deHr tTeurt. Where did yOa get t1e pIurk. eO Etstd for over a year a job that few men wousu nave taken at aiIs lou got H from pIurky mother. ron brHveSt of boys. You wad- ed single handed into man almost twice your size and fought ike a demon. just at the suggestion that you could be deceprve and dishonest Could your mother or your fafhPr have been untrufntuI: Here you are. so hungry and starved out that you are dying for love. Where did you get all that capacity for lowing: You didn't inherit it from hardened. heartIess people who would dIxf1glIre you and purpoSeIy leave you to die. that's one sure thing. Yet you will spend miser able years torturing yourself with the idea that your own mother might have cut of that hand. Shame on you. F'reckIes: Your mother would have done IhiS'-
 The angel deliberately turned back the cover. slipped up the sleeve and laid her lips on the scars.
 -FreckIes.'' she erred. "come ro your senses: Be a thinking. reasoning man: You just must see it: Like breeds like in this world. You must be some sort Of approximation of your parents. and am not afraId 10 Youch for them. not for minute.
 '-And then. loo. If more proof ts 9eeded here II IS: Mir Mclean says that you are the most perfect gen. 4iPman he ever knew. and ne haS