The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-13

bhAIi hCl hP tO 1ud then down beside him. He slipped his arm about her and drew her face to his pillow.
 Don't angel; for the love of mercy don't be doing that" be implored. "I can't be bearing it. Tell me- You must tell me"
 The angel shook her head.
 "That atn't tair. angel" said Free kies. "You made me tell you when it was like tearing the heart raw from me breast. And you was for making everything heaven-just heaven and nothing else for me. If I'm so much more now than I was an hour ago. may be l can be thinking of some way to fix things. You will be telling me?" he coaxed softly. moving his cheek against her hair.
 The angels head moved in negation. FreckIes did a moment of intent think ing
 Maybe can be guessing" he whis- pered. "Will you be giving me three chances?"
 There was just the faintest possible assent.
 'You didn't want me to be Knowing me name" guessed FreckIes.
 The angels head sprang from the pillow and her tear stained face famed with outraged indignation.
 "Why. did, tOo"' she burst out an- grily-
 "One gone" said Freckles calmly. ''You didn't want me to have relatives. a home. and money"
 ''l did," screa med the angel. Didn't I go myself. all alone. into the city, and find them when 1 was afraid as death? I did too:"
 1.-Two gone" said Freckles. "You didn't want the beautifulest girl in the world to be telling me-
 Down went the angels face. and a heavy sob shook her. FreckIes' clasp frightened about her shoulders. and his face. in it's conflicting emotions. was a study. Despite all it meant to him to know at last his name and that he was of honorable birth-knowIedge without which life was an eternal dis grace and burden-the one thing that was hammering in Freckles' heart and beating in his brain past any attempt ed expression was the fact that, while he might really have been name less. the angel had told hiL~ that she AObCu 14C SO0IO hLO AO WOlO with which to begin to voice the rap ture of his heart owe 'hat. But if she regretted it. 1T it h.N been a thing done out of her pity for his condition or her feeling of responsibility, if 1t killed him after all, there was only one thing left to do.
 Angel" whispered Freckles with his lips against her hair, you haven't learned your history book very well. or you've forgotten"
 Forgotten whatP' sobbed the an- gel
 Forgotten about the real knight. Iadybird." breathed F'reckIes softly. Don't you know that if anything happened that made bis lady sorry a real knight just simply couldn't be re- membering 1t? Angel. darling little Swamp Angel, you be listening to me There was one night on the trail. one solemn. grand. white night that there wasn't ever any other like before or since, when the dear boss put his arm about me and told me that he loved me. but If you care. angel. if you don't want it that way. why. ain't remem- bering that anybody else ever did-not in me whole life"
 The angel lifted her head and looked into the depths of Freckles' honest gray eyes. and they met hers uDwaver- ingIy. but the pain in them was pitifuI
 'rDo you mean" she demanded. .'that you don't remember that a brazen. forward girl told you. when you hadn't asked her. that she'-the angel choked on it a second. but she gave gnlp and brought 1t out braveIy-"that she loved you?"
 Nor thundered Freckles. 'Noi I don't remember anything of the kind"
 But all the song birds Of his soul burst into melody over that one little clause. When you hadn't asked her.
 "But you will" said the angel You may live to be an old, old man. and then you will"
 "I will notri cried Freckles- "How can you think it. angel?"
 ''You won't even look as if you re- memberI''
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