The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1912-04-18

can't be bearing IL. Tell me. 70
must tell me"
Inc angel shook her bead.
THAT amt tair. angel. said Free
kles. ~ on MADE me tell you when
was like tearing the heart raw frou
me breast. And you was for MAXIM
everything beayen-just heaven an,
nothing else for me- II I'm so mucl
more now Than | was an hour ago. may
be can be thinking of some way I,
fix things. You will be telling me?'
he coaxed softly. moving his cheet
against her hair
The angel head moved in negation
Freckles did moment OF intent think
ing.
Maybe can be guessing" he whs
pered. Will you be giving me three
chances?"
There was just the falntest possible
| assent.
lyon didn't want me TO be knowing
me name" guessed Freckles.
| The angel $ head sprang from the
| pillow ana her tear stained face famed
With outraged Indignation.
why, did, too she burst out an
grily.
"One gone" said Freckles calmly.
"Yon didn't want me TO have relatives,
0 home, and money"
81 did," screamed the angel. Didn't
! go myself. all alone. into the city. and
find them when | was afraid as death?
! did too
Two gone" said i'reckles. "You
didn't want the beantifulest girl In the
world 10 be telling me-
Down went the angels face. and
heavy sob shook her. Freckles' clasp
frightened about her shoulders. and his
face. in its conflicting emotions, was
a study. Despite all IL meant to him to
know at last his name and that he
was of honorable brth-knowledge
without which life was an eternal dis
grace and burdeu-the one thing that
was hammeriug 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 10 voice the rap |
ture of his heart over that But If |
she regretted IL. n IL 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.
adybird." breathed Freckles softly.
Don't you know that II anything
happened that made his lady sorry
'eal knight just simply couldn't be re-
it? Angel, darling little
swamp Angel. you be listening to me.
There was one night on the trail. one
GLENN, grand. white night that there
wasn't ever any other like before or
ince, when the dear boss put his arm
bout me and told me that he loved
ne, but If you care, angel. if you don't
want ii that way, why, | amt remem-
ering that anybody else ever did-not
n me whole life"
The angel lifted her head and looked
lto the depths of Freckles' honest
ray eyes. and they met hers uuwaver-
lgly. but the pain in them was pitiful.
"Do you mean" she demanded. that
on don't remember that q brazen,
)rward girl told you, when you hadn't
sked her. that she"-the angel choked
n II second. but she gave gulp and :
rought 1t out bravely-"that she loved
ou?"
Mo- Numbered Freckles. mo. |
ont remember anything of the kind"
But all the song birds of his soul
nrst into melody over that one little !.
ause, when you hadn't asked her. .
But you WILL" said the angel. You !
ay live TO be an old. old man, and !
len you will" I
81 will mott" cried Freckles. "How !.
IN you think 1t, angel?"
lyon won't even look as II you re- :.
ember!
81 will not!' persisted Freckles. '
I'd rather give II all up now and go
IT into eternity alone. without ever u
'eing soul of me same blood or me II
ome or hearing another man call me Z
? the name was born TO than TO
member anything that would be hurt =
g you, angel" q