Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-02-20

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leave her precious work ana stay
hsso - hsip look aftsr youi l never
heard Ut her ieanS any dino over
any ooo 01se. lyo bocaooo sao loves
you. And why dos Nj. Mclean turn
eli Of Ms valuable ouGtDses over 20
hired men aud wasrh over you per-
sonailyr And Why y b hunting s1-
cuses every day to spend money on
your My father says Mclean u full
Scotch close With . dollar. ae In a
hard headed business man. Freckies.
and he u doing II because be 6nds
you worthy OF It. Worthy Of all we
can Ill do an0 more than We Know
how to do. dear heart! Freckles. are
you listening to me? Oh. won't you
see it3 Won't you believe itT'
"Oh. angel" Chartered the Devil.
dered Freckies. ARE you truly mean.
Ing 1t? Could 1t be?'
"Of course 1t could. flashed the an.
gel, because It just To-!
"But you can't prove It." walled
Ereck:es. ut amt giving me name
or me honor!''
"FreckIes," said the angel sterniy.
'you are unreasonable.' Why. l did
prove every word said! Everything
proves It! You look here! II you knew
for sure that I could give you your
name and your honor. and prove to you
that your mother did love you. why.
then would you just so to breathing
IKE perpetual motion and nang on for
dear life and get weii55'
A great light leaped into Freckles'
eyes
If I knew that. angel" he said SOL
EMMY, you couldn't be killing me II
you felled the biggest tree In the Linn
berlost smash on me!'
"Then you 60 right to work" said
tho angel. land before night III prove
one thing to you: can show you cas-
fly enough how much your mother
loved you. That viii be the drst step.
and then the rest viii all come"
Freckles caught her sleeve.
me mother. angel! Me mother!" he
marveied hoarseiy. Ibid you say you
could be finding out today II me moth
er loved me? Howl oh. angel! All
the rest don't matter. Il only me moth
q didn't do itr'
'-Then you rest easy" said the angel.
With large confidence "Your mother
didn't do It. Mothers OF sons IKE you
don't do such things as that. I'll 80 to
work 1T once and prove It to you The
arst thing to do In to 60 to that home
where you were ana set the little
clothes you wore the night you were
left there. know that they arc re-
quired to save those things carefully.
We can fnd out almost all there Il to
know about your mother from them.
Did you ever see them. FrecklesT'
"Yis," said FreckIes.
The angel literally pounced on him.
"Freckles, vera they whitef' she
cried
Maybe they were once. They're all
yellow with laying. and brown With
blood stains now" said Freckies. the
old note Of bitterness creeping in. "fou
can't be telling anything at al By
them. angel"
~well. but I just canr' said the an.
gel positively.
But how? Angel. tell me howT
"why. easily enough. L thought
you'd understand. People that can at.
ford anything at all. always get white
for little new babies-hnen and lace.
and the very finest things to be had.
There's q young woman living near
10 who cut up her wedding clothes to
have dns things for her baby. Moth
err that love and want their babies
make ans seams. and tucks. and put
on iaes and trimming By hand. They
cit and stitch. and stitch-iittie. even
stitches. every one Just 40 careful
Their eyes shine and their faces glow.
When they have 70 quit b do some
thing else. they hook sorry. and fold
up their WORT % particularly. There
isn't much worth knowing about your
mother that those little clothes won't
tell"
A new hight dawped In Freckies
eyes.
..Oh. angel, WIN you go now1 win
you be hurrying?' he CRIED.
'Ri9ht away" said. the. angel. n
won't stop for q thing. and III hurry
With al my might"