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


a long time The diamonds Joined the
emeralds and pearls. There was left
a little red heap. and Freckles' fingers
touched It with a new tenderness.
I'm thinking here's me Anglers
stone" he exulted THE Limberlost
and me with It. grew in mine. but
it's going to bloom. and her with it,
poppies, the cardinal flowers and the
little bunch OF crushed foxfire that we
found where she put 1t to save me.
There's the light of the camp fire
and the sun setting over Sleepy
Snake creek. There's the red of the
blood we were willing to give for
each other. It's like her lips and like
the drops that dried on her beauti-
full arm that first day. and I'm think
ing it must be like the brave, tender.
clean, red heart OF her"
Freckles lifted the ruby to his lips
and handed It to Mclean.
'Freckles. may ask you some
thing?" he said.
why, sure" said Freckles
There's nothing you would be asking
that it wouldn't be giving me JOY to
be telling you"
McLean's eyes Travelled to Freckles
right arm. with which he was pushing
the jewels about.
"Oh, that" cried Freckles with a
merry laugh. You're wanting to
know where all the bitterness is gone?
Well. sir. twas carried from me soul.
heart and hody on the lips OF an an
gel Seems that hurt was necessary
in the beginning to make today come
true. The wound had always been
raw. but the angel was healing 1t. II
she doesn't care. | don't. May | be
asking you question; Well. then. If
this accident and all that's come to me
since had never happened. what was
it you meant to do with meT'
why, Freckles," answered Mclean,
81 figured on taking you TO Grand
Rapids and putting you in the care of
my mother | had an idea 1t would be
best TO get private tutor to coach
you for year or two. until you were
fit to enter Ann Arbor or the Chicago
university In good shape. Then |
thought we'd finish In this country at
Yale or Harvard. and end with Oxford.
to get a good all round flavor"
us that alp" asked Freckles.
mo: that's leaving the music oct. I
intended to have your voice tested. and
If you really were endowed for a
career as great musician. and had
inclinations that way. wished to have
you drop some of the college work
and make music your chief study.
Finally. | wanted US to take a trip
over Europe and clear around the
circle together"
"And then what?" queried Freckles.
breathlessly.
why, then" said Mclean. you
know that my heart is hopelessly IN
the woods. I will never quit the tim
Der business while there Is timber to
handle and breath In my body. l
thought if you didn't make a profess
sion of music. and had any inclination
my way, we would stretch the partner
ship one more and take you into the
firm. placing your work with me-"
Freckles lifted anxious and eager
eyes TO Mclean.
You told me once on the trail, and
again when we thought / was dying.
that you loved me. Do these things
that have come to me make any diff
ference in any way with your feeling
toward me?"
None" said Mclean. Nothing
could make me love you more, and you
will never do anything that will make
me love you less"
GLORY be to Godr' burst out |
Freckles when I'm educated enough, |
we'll aIl-the angel and her father, !
the Bird Woman. you. and me-will |
go together and see me house and me |
relations and be taking that trip. |
When we get back. We'll add O'More
to the lumber company. and golly, sir |
but we'll make things hum. Good
land. sir! Don't do thati Why, Mr..
Mclean. dear boss, dear father, don't
be doing that! What is it?"
Nothing. nothing" doomed Nc
Leans deep bass; nothing at all"
He abruptly turned away and hur-
ried to the window.
This is a mighty fine view." he
said.
I'll be glad to see Ireland" said
Freckles. but | amt ever staying
ong. All me heart is the angels, and
The Limberlost is calling every minute.
ME hearts all me Swamp Angels,
md me love is all hers, and have her
md the swamp so confused In me mind
never can be separating them. When
look at her. see blue sky, the sun
lifting through the leaves and pink and
ed flowers. and when | look at the
.imberlost | see a pink face with blue
yes. gold hair. and red lips, and. it's
he truth. sir, they're mixed till they're
me to me!
I'm afraid 1t will be hurting some.
nut | have the feeling that ! can be
making my dear people understand. {
o that they VIII be willing to let me
ONE back home. Send Lady O'More /
0 put these flowers God made in the
lace of these glasshouse ilegancies, /:
nd please be cutting the string of this I