Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1912-08-09


Every article about her was OF the
finest material and in excellent taste
There was the trembling Limberlost
guard in his coarse clothing, with his
cotton rags and his old pail OF swamp
water. Freckles was sufficiently &C
customed to contrasts to notice them
and sufficiently fine to be hurt by them
always.
He lifted his eyes 10 hers with a
shadowy pain in them and found them
Of serene, unconscious purity.
I'VE must 90 and find the carriage"
said the angel. rising.
Freckles led the way, sharply watch
ing every step. He went as near the
log as he felt that he dared and with
a little searching found the carriage.
This is shamer said Freckles.
you'll never be coming here again"
ooh. yes. shallp" said the angel.
1.-THE Bird Woman says that these birds
stay over a month in the nest and she
would like to make a picture every
few days for seven or eight weeks
perhaps"
FreckIes barely escaped crying out
for joy.
Then don't you ever be torturing
yourself and your horse to be coming
In here again." he said I'm show
you a way to drive almost to the nest
on the east trail, and then you can
come around to my room and stay
while the Bird Woman works. It's
nearly always cool there, and there's
comfortable seats and water"
"Ohl Did you have drinking water
there?" she cried Il was never so
thirsty or so hungry in my life, but
] thought | wouldn't mention it"
"And l had not the wit to be see
mgr walled Freckles. Il can be get
ting you a good drink in no time"
He turned to the trail.
please wait a minute, called the
angel. whats your nameI l want
to think about you while you are
gone"
Freckles smiled quizzically.
'Freckles?" she guessed, with peal
Of laughter And mine is"-
I'm knowing yours" interrupted
Freckles.
~ don't believe you do. What is
it?' asked the girl.
"You won't be getting angry"
"Not until I've had the water at
least"
1t was Freckles' turn to laugh. He
whipped of his big, aoppy straw hat,
stood uncovered before her and said
in the sweetest of all the sweet tones
of his voice, There's nothing you
could be but the Swamp Angel"
The girl laughed happily.
Once out OF her sight Freckles ran
every step Of the way TO the cabin.
Mrs. Duncan gave him Il small bucket
OF water, cool from the well. He car
ried it in the crook Of his right arm
and basket filed with bread and
butter, cold meat. apple pie and pickles
In his left hand
pickles are kind O cooling" said
Mrs. Duncan.
The angel was on her knees reach
ing for the bucket as he came up.
BE drinking SLOW" he cautioned
her.
Freckles stood blinking in the daz-
cling glory of her smile
Mercy she exclaimed. Il think
/ had best be naming you the angel
my guardian angel"
"Yis,' said Freckles. Il look the
character every day, but today most
emphaticr
angels don't go by looks laughed
the girl. your father told US you had
been scrapping But he told us why.
I'd gladly wear all your cuts and
bruises if could do anything that
would make my father look as pea
cocky as yours did He strutted about
proper. l never saw any one look
prouder."
"Did he say he was proud of me2"
marveled Freckles.
HE didn't need to-" answered the
angel. "He was radiating pride from
every pore.
The angel spread the lunch on the
carriage seat. The daintiest parts she
could select she carefully put back into
the basket The rest she ate. AS he
watched her with famished eyes
Freckles told her of his birds. flowers
and books.
Suddenly the angel cried. There
comes the Bird Womanw
She was staggering under load of
cameras and paraphernalia. Freckles
took all be could carry and helped her
into the carriage.
Soon they were out of the swamp.
Then he showed them how to reach
the chicken tree from the outside, In
dictated q cooler place for the horse
and told them how the next time they
came the angel could find his room
while she waited
"Were you forgetting Little Chick
ems picture?' FreckIes asked the Bird
Woman.
"Why do you call the baby vulture
Little ChickenY" she asked.
"'Twas Duncan began it," said
Freckles. you see. through the fierce
cold Of winter the birds of the swamp