Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-02-20
FRFCkLES
Gene Saramom.
Porter
COPYRIGHT. 1904 ~ DOUBLEDAY. PACE
q co.
Porter


CHATTER XXI
ax11o 4 1x1T1nIo11.
- RCCKLEs' s,nswy ~ kaottso
Into the esvsrss6 His chin
Ill pointed eslhnewasd aad ~
~ head rockso % tbe pillow.
wait bit. anger hs bsGgod ne
giving me little t1ms!"
Yhs angel rose with controlled TEA
lures. Bhe batned MS taos. stralsntsn-
ID his hair ana held watsr 70 bis Ups.
It seemed an age Dsfoee 10 reached tor
her. She took bis hand aud leaned
her eheek upon t.
'.Tou NJ, T1eckles." che Whispseed
Doftly.
-..lfaI can" said Trsckiss. in biting
hkouy. ''lt's Just this. Angels AZ from
abovs. Outcasts are from below.
You've sound body and you're beau
tifulest Of oil. You have everything
that lovins. careful raising and money
can give you. have 90 much less
than nothing that I don't suppose !
had any right to be born. It's a sure
thing-nobody wanted me afterward,
30. of.eourss. they didn't before some
Of them should have been telling you
long ago."
III that's Al you have to ten,
Freckles. rye known that quite
awhile" said the angel stoutly. "Mr.
Mclean told my father. and he told
me. That only makes me lovs you
more. to pay for al you've missed
'.rhen I'm wondering at yeu." said
Freckles. In q voice Of awe. Cant
you zee that II you were willing and
your father would come and Offer you
to me. couldn't be touching the
soles Of your feet. In love-me, whose
people brawled over me. cut Oh mo
hand, and throwed me away to freeze
and 10 die! Ne. who has no name
just ~ much because rye no right
to any. AZ because don't know 1t.
When. was little. planned to dnd
me father and mother when ! grew
up. Now know me mother deserted
me. and me father was maybe q thief
and surely liar. The pity Of me
suffering and the watching over mo
has gone 70 your bead, dear angel.
and it's me- must be thinking for you.
II y6n coaA b forgetting me lost
hand. where was raised, and that I
had 20 name 20 give you, and Il you
would DO taking me n I am, some
day people such 40 mine must be
might come upon you. I used to pray
Sves34 na81s SEC noSaang and many
times the day to ses mo mother. Now
] only pray to die quickly aud never
risk the sight Of hee. 'Tain't no ways
possible. angel! It's Z wildness Of
your dear head Oh. do. for mercy
sake, kiss mo once more and be let
ting me gor'
Not for q ninute- cried the angel.
mot for q minus. II those are all
the reasons. you have. There are
thousands Of young couples who como
to this country and start a family
with mono Of their relatives here Chi
cagos1s . big city. and grown people
could b wiped out In q lot Of ways,
and who would there ever BE- to find
to whom their little children belonged1
It's al % plain to me- Oh, II I could
only make you seer
She buried her face IN the pillow and
presently lifted Il, transngured.
'NoW have 1T" she cried "Oh. dear
hearth can make 1t 30 plain! Frsck-
les. can you imagine you sec the old
Limberlost trail7 Well. when W fol.
lowed II. you know. there were places
where ugly prickiy thistles ovseErsw
the path, and yea went ahead With
your club ana beat them hack to keep
them from singing through ny cloth
ing. Other places there were great
Shinilg pools who're lovely. snow white
hliesa grew. and jon waded In and
gathered then for me. Oh. dear heart.
don'tsyou sect IT'S this! Everywhere
the Wind carried that thistlsdown. eth
or th3stlss sprang up and grew prsck-
les ana wbsssvsr these uly seeds sank
% the mirs the pure whits Of other
liliss bloomed. But, Frsckles. there
was nsver q place anywhere about the
1imbe9iost, or In the whole world.
whefe the thistedown doated and
Spradg up and biossomed into white
uuss. Thisties gTow nom thistles and
uiieo grow other ulieA Doar Freckies.
think hard: You must see Il! You are
lily. straight through! You never. nev.
e. could have ds1fte0 from the thistle
patch.
"Where did you get the courage to
90 into the Lmberlost and face it, ter
ForsI You inherited it rom the blood
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