The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1912-02-17

yours and you are part of them. l
just despise that 'saddest when l sing
business. You can sing! Now you go
over there and do It! I'm going to
come down the aisle playing that ac
compartment, and when l stop in front
Of you you sing!'
The angels face wore an unusual
flush. Her eyes were flashing. and
she was palpitating with earnestness.
She parted the bushes and disap-
peared. Freckles, straight as a young
pine and with the tenseness of war
horse seeming battle, stood waiting.
Presently, before he saw she was
there, she was coming down the aisle
toward him, playing compellingly, and
golden glory. Freckles stood MS If
transfixed.
| The blood rioted in his veins.
| The cathedral was majestically beau
tiful, from nrched dome Of frescoed
gold. green and blue In never ending
shades and harmonies to the mosaic
aisle she trod. richly inIaid in choicest
colors and gigantic pillars that were
Gods handiwork fashioned and per-
fectcd down through ages of sunshine
and rain. But the fair young face
and divinely nodded form Of the angel
were his most perfect work Of all.
Never had she looked SO surprisingly
beautiful.
She was smiling encouragingly now,
oh frr h OF mir
the chords full and strong.
The heart of poor Freckles almost
burst with dull pain and his great
love for her. In his desire to fulfill
her expectations he forgot everything
else, and when she reached his initial
chord he was ready He literally burst
forth:
"Three little leaves of Irish green
United on one stem.
Love. truth and vnlor do they mean.
They form a magic gen."
The angels eyes widened curiously,
and her lips fell apart. A heavier col
or swept into her cheeks. She had
intended to arouse him. She had sue
ceeded with q vengeance. She was
too young to know that in the effort
I to rouse man women frequently kim
die fires that they can neither quench
nor control. Freckles was looking out
over her head now and singing that
song as 1t had never been sung before
for her alone, and instead of her help
ing him, as she had intended. he was
carrying her with him on the waves
of his voice away, away into world
she knew not of. When he struck into
the chorus, wide eyed and painting,
she was swaying toward him and
playing for dear life to keep up.
"Oh, do you love? Oh. say you love.
| You love the shamrock green!"
| At the last note Freckles' voice died
away and his eyes fastened on the
angels. He had given his best and
his all. He fell on his knees and fold
ed his arms across his breast. The
angel, as If magnetized, walked straight
down the aisle to him and. running her
fingers into the crisp masses of his red
hair. tilted his head back and laid her
lips on his forehead.
Then she stepped back and faced
him. "Good boy!' she said in voice
that wavered from the throbbing Of
her shaken heart. "Dear boy!
knew you could do it! I knew 1t was
in you! Freckles, when you go out
into the world. II you can face great
audience and sing like that, just once,
you will be immortal, and anything
you want will be yours"
"Anythingw gasped Freckles.
Anything" said the angel.
Freckles found his feet, muttered
something and, catching up his old
bucket. plunged into the swamp blind
ly on pretense Of getting water. The
angel walked slowly across the study
and sat down on the rustic bench and
through narrowed lids intently studied
the tip Of her shoa.