Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-02-15
mong the grasses and went thrashing

VTRAlGHT AT IT WENT THE PhNIC SThlCh'
IN WOMAN.
among the grasses and went thrash1ng
toward the deep willow fringed low
erounG Were ils den -; I'M the
swale looked as If mighty reaper
v'ere cutting Il wide swath. The mass
of enraged bees darted a grily about
searching for it, and, coilldihg with
he scrub thorn. began n temporary
>attling there to discover whether 1t
was Il suitable place. MRS. Duncan
staggered on few steps farther fell
face down on the path. where Freckles
lound her, and lay still
Freckles worried with her until she
drew Il long. quiverins breath and
opened her eyes.
When Size saw him bending over her
re closed them IT, fly d. gripping
him. struggled T. er feet He help
i h.r IN. auo. v1l \ lrm pnuut
I'd half carrying lo.. they made their
ny to the clearing Then. brawny
Hcotswoman though she was. she keel
ID over again. The children added
leir wailing to Freckles' panic.
This time he was so near the cabin
nat he could carry her into the house
I'd lay her on the bed. he sent the
nldp boy scuddinc down the corduroy
for the nearest ntlghhol. and between
them they und-essed her ana discover
ed that she was not bitten. They bath
and bound up the bleeding wrist
md coaxed her back to con "iOusness.
he lay sobbing and shuddering. The
.irst Intelligent word she said was.
"Freckles. look at that jar On the
kitchen table and see If NY yeast is no
! running over
Several days went oy before she
Gould give Duncan and Freckes any
detailed account lat had hap
pence to her. She could not rest until
she sent for Mclean and begged him
10 save Freckles from further risk
spout that place of horrors The boss
went down to the swamp with his
nd fully made up 10 do So.
Freckles laughed why. Mr.. Nc
Lean. don't you let woman's nervous
| 'ystem SET you worrying over me- he
| said TN not denying how she felt
| because I've been through 1t mcself.
| but that's all over and gone. It's the
, height of me glory to tight it out with
| the old swamp and all that's i'll 1t or
will be coming to it and then to turn
II over to You. as l promised you ana
| T esclf I'd do. sir. You couldn't break
the heart Of me entire qui her than
to be taking IT from me now When
I'm just on the home stretch You
mustn't let a woman get mixed UP
with business, for I've always heard
| about how its bringing trouble.
The BIRD Woman and the angel ar
rived on time Tor the third OF the
series and found Mclean on The llhe
talking to Freckles The boss was NIL
ed with enthusiasm over marsh aru.
Gle of the Bird Woman's that ne hau
] st read We begged to be allowed
to accompany her into the swamp anu
watch the method by which she Sc
/ cured an illustration in such lcc"'
/ ton.
The Bird Woman explained to MIN
| that 1t was an easy matter WIN '"e
subject she then had in hand. ana Us
| Little Chicken was 100 small 10 De
frightened by him and large enough
70 be getting troublesome. she "aS
glad Of his COMPANY They went 10
the chicken log together leaving ~
the happy Freckles the care OF 'he
angel. who had brought her banjo aho
roll Of songs. The BIRD Woman
I'D them that they might go to irecK
les room and practice until she nm
ished with Little Chicken, and ther
she and Mclean would come 10 'h'
concert.
II was almost three hours pe1or'
they finished and came down the ives
trail. As they reached the bushes d
the entrance the voice or the anee
stopped them. for It was commanding
and filed with much impatiene"'
"FreclSles James Ross Mclean sh'
was saying. "you al ne WIN oar
blue despair! You're singing as
your voice was glass ana hhDie
break mt any minute. why doh yo'
sing as you did week agoT io
are n fraud! You led me to think t""
there was the making OF great SHE
er In you. and now you are singing
DO you know how badly you are sihs
ipg:"
"Yis," said Freckles meekly. III
! thinking I'm too happy TO Dc Singh
well today. The music DON'T CO.."
. wight only when FNI lonesome aha sa
The worlds for being all sunshine
prisint. for among you and MI M
!, Lean and the Bird Women I'm art'
being that happy that can't keep n
, thoughts on me notes. rs more ina
: sorry | am to W. disappointing so
) Play 1t over, end ri Ne beg'r MI
cain. ana this lime III nod hard.
! We'll" said the angel. lit seems
, me that II had all the things to
| proud Of that you have I'D lift up q
mead and sing!"
! "And what IL 1t I've to be proud
. ma'am!" politely inquired Freckles.
! "Why. a whole worldful Of Things
, cried the angel eyplosively. For o
7 thing. you can be good aud proud ov
! the way you've kept the timber THEY
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