The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-13
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 'sTou said [ ,,-, ...t-- .,.d nurse knew his mothers picture instantly" said the angel "I want that picture ana the bundle of little clothes"
 Lady O'More gave them into her hands.
 The likeness was a large miniature painted on ivory. with a frame of beaten gold and the face that looked out of It was of extreme beauty and surpaSsing sweetness. Surrounded by masses of dark hair was deIicateIy cut face. with big eyes. Tn the upper part of it there was no trace of Freckles. but the lips curving in q smile were his very own. The angel gazed as If she could never leave of. Then with a quivering breath she laid the portrait aside and reached both arms for Lord O'More's neck.
 That will save Frecklea' life and insure his happiness" she said posi- lively. -.Thank you, oh, thank you for comingr'
 She kissed and huRged him and then the wife who had come with him. She opened the bundle of yellow and brown linen and gave just a glance at the texture and work. Then she gathered the little clothes and the pic. ture to her heart and led the way to the cab.
 Ushering Lord and Lady OMore into the reception room. she said to Mo Lean. Please go call up my father and ask him to come on the first train.''
 She swung the door after him.
 '4These are FreckIes' people," she said to the Bird Woman. You can find out about each other. I'm going to him.
 And she was gone.
 The nurse left the room quietly as the angel entered. still carrying the bundle and the picture. When they were alone the angel turned to Freckles and saw that the crisis was, indeed. at hand.
 "AngeL" he panted. "Oh, angeIl Did you get them? Are they white? Are the little stitches there7 Oh. an- gel! Did me mother love meT"
 The words seemed to leap from his burning lips. The angel dropped the bundle on the bed and laid the pic ture. face down. across his knees. She gently pushed his head to the pillow and caught his arms in a firm grasp
 tYes. dear heart.'' she said with fullest assurance. ''No little clothes were ever whiter. I never in all my life saw such dainty. fine little st1tches. and, as for loving you. no boys mother ever loved him morew
 A great trembling seized FreckIes.
 Sure? Are you sure7" he urged, with clicking teeth.
 @T EnnW aafA fHo And. Freckles. while you rest and story. When you feel stronger we will look at the clothes together. They are here. They are all right. But when I was at the home getting them heard of some people that were hunting lost boy. went to see them. and what they told me was all so exactly like what might have hap pened to you that I must tell you. Then you'll see that things could be very different from what you have always tortured yourself with think. ing"
 Freckles lay quiet under her touch, but he did not hear a word that she was saying until his rowing eyes rested on her face: and he immediately noticed remarkable thing. For the first time she was talking to him and doing everything but meet his eyes. That was not like the angel at all. 1t was the delight of hearing her speak that she always looked one squareIy in the face and with perfect frankness |
 and he was a sour. grumpy old l man." she was saying. He always l had been spoiled. because he was an | only son ana had a title and a big estate. He would have jusr his way, no matter about his sweet little wife, 1 or his boys. or any one. So when nus | eldest son fell in love with a beant1- | fui girl with ritie. the very girl of |