Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-03-14

lNrocklcs! Your mother would have
done thia'---
The nngel deliberately turned back
the cover, slipped up the sleeve and
laid her lips On the scars.
"Ereckles" she cried. come to your
senses. Be thinking. reasoning
man! You just must SEQ It! Like
breeds like In this world! You must
DO some sort Of reproduction Of your
parents. ana am not afraid to vouch
for them, not for minute.
And then. too. II more proof Is
needed here 1t is: Mr.. Mclean says
that you are the most perfect gen
tleman he ever knew, and he has
Travelled the world over Then
there's your singing l don't believe
there ever was mortal with n sweet
er voice than yours. and while that
doesn't prove anything there is
point that does. Just the little train
Ing you had from that choirmaster
won't account for the wonderful ac-
cent and ease with which you sing.
| Somewhere in your close blood is a
mnrve!ously trained vocalist; we
every one OF us believe that. Freckles.
"Why does my father refer to you
| constantly as being Of fine perceptions
| and honorl Because you are
Freckles. Why does the Bird Woman
| leave her precious work and stay
! here 10 hell look after your | never
heard of her losing any time over
/ any one else. rs because she loves
YOU. And why does Mr.. Mclean turn
! hired men and watch over you per-
sonally? And why is he hunting ex-
! cuses every day 10 spend money on
you? My father says Mclean is full
Scotch close with dollar. He Is a
hard headed business man, Freck les.
and he Is doing it because he finds
you worthy Of II. Worthy of all We
} can all do and more than we know
4 how to do dear heart! Freckles, are
you listening to me? Oh, won't you
see It? Won't you believe it,"
'Oh, angel" chattered the bewil-
! tiered Freckles, ARE you truly mean
ing IT? Could It be-"
"Of course it could" flashed the an
! gel, because it Just ISL
"Dut you can't prove it." walled
+ Freckles. ut amt giving me name
or me honor"
] "Freckles." said the angel sternly.
you are unreasonable! Why. l did
prove every word | said. Everything
proves it, You look here! If you knew
for sure that I could give you your
name and your honor. and prove to you
! hat your mother did love you. why.
hen would you just go to breathing
/ like perpetual motion and hang on for
dear life and get well:"
A great light leaped into Freckles
eyes.
''If knew that. angel" he said SOL
EMMY, you couldn't be killing me If
you felled the biggest tree in the Linn
berlost smash on me!'
Then you 60 right to work" said
! the angel, and before night III prove
one thing to you: 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 mother" he
marvelcd hoarsely. did you say you
er loved meI How? oh, angel. All
the rest don't matter. If only me moth
or didn't do it,
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. III go to
work mt once and prove 1t to you. The
first thing TO do Is to go to that home
, where yup were and get the little
, lothpS You wore the night you were
Ct there ! know that they are re-
,ured to save those things carefully.
'.'e can iind out almost all ere is to
know about your mother from them.
Did You ever see them. Frecklcs?'
"Yis." said Freckles.
The angel literally rounced on him.
"rreckles, were they white?' she
cried
Maybe they were once. They're all
yellow with laying, and brown with
blood stains now" sAid Freckles. the
Id note OF bitterness creeping In. lyon
can't be telling anything at all by
them. angel"
well, but just cam" said the an
gel positively.
But how? Angel. fell me how
"Why, easily enough. thought
you'd understand. People that can ar
ford anything at all. always get white
for little new babies-linen and lace.
and the very finest things to he had.
There's n young woman living near
rs who cut up her wedding clothes to
have fine things for her baby. Moth
crs TINT love and want their babies
make fine seams, and tucks. and put
on lace and trimming by hand. They
sit and stitch, and stitch-little. even
stitches. every one Just rs 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
mother that those little clothes won't
tell"
4 new light dawned in Freckles
eyes
"Oh, angel. VIII you so now? Will
you be hurryinG?" he cried.
Right away" said the angel II
won't stop for thing. and I'll hurry
with all my might"
She smoothed his pillow, strnight-