Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1912-05-30

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Freckles caught her sleeve.
me mother. angel! Me mother" he
marveled hoarsely. did you say you
could be finding u today If me moth
er loved me! How? Oh. angel! All
the rest don't matter. II only me moth.
er didn't do it,"
"Then you rest easy said the angel.
with large confidence. Your mother
didn't do it. Mothers of sons like you
don't do such things as that. III go to
work at once and prove it to you. The
first thing to do is to go to that home
where you were and get the little
clothes you wore the night you were
left there. 1 know that they are re-
quired to save those things carefully.
We can find out almost all there is to
know about your mother from them.
Did you yer see them. Freckles"
"Yis." said Freckles.
The angel literally bounced on him.
"Freckles. were they winter" she
cried.
Maybe they were once. They're all
yellow with laying, and brown with
blood stains now" said Freckles. the
old note Of bitterness creeping in. You
can't be telling anything at all by
them. angel"
well. but just cant" said the ans
gel positively.
But how! Angel. tell me how"
why. easily enough. | thought
you'd understand. People that can af-
ford anything at all. always get white
for little new babies-linen and lace.
and the very finest things to be had.
There's a young woman living near
us who U up her wedding clothes to
have fine things for her baby. Moth
ers that love and want their babies
make fine seams. and tucks. and put
on lace and trimming by hand. They
sit and stitch. and stitch-little, even
stitches. every one just as careful.
Their eyes shine and their faces glow.
When they have to quit to do some
thing else. they look sorry, and fold
up their work so particularly. There
isn't much worth knowing about your
mother that those little clothes won't
tell"
A new fight dawned in Freckles'
eyes.
"Oh. angel! Will you go now: viii
you be hurrying" he cried.
Right away" said the angel. Il
won't stop for a thing. and I'll hurry
with all my might"
She smoothed bis pillow, straight
ened the cover. gave him one steady
look in the eyes. and went quietly
from the room.
Outside the door. Mclean and the
surgeon anxiously awaited her. Nc
Lean caught her shoulders.
Angel, what have you done?" he
demanded desperately.
The angel smiled defiance.
what have | done? she repeated.
"1've tried to save Freckles."
Mclean groaned.
"What will your father say?" he
cried.
cit strikes me-" said the angel.
that what Freckles said would be to
the point"
"Freckles!' burst out Mclean.
what could he sayr'
HE seemed to be able to say several
things" sale the angel sweetly. II
fancy the one that concerns you most
at present was. that if my father
would offer me to him be would not
have me-"
And no one knows why better than
do" Numbered Mclean. Every day
he must astonish me with some new
%ineDess."
He gripped the surgeon until he al
most lifted him from the floor.
"Save him." he commanded. "Save
him" be irnplored. "He is too fine to
be sacrificed"
His salvation lies here" said the
surgeon. stroklng the Anglers sunshiny
hair, land / can read in the face Of
her that she knows how she is going to
work it out. She will save him"
The angel sped la%ughingIy down the
hall. and into the street. just as she
was.
II have come" she said to the matron
of the home. ITO ask it you will allow
me to examine. or. better still, to take
with me, the little clothes that a boy
you called Freckles. discharged last
fall, wore the night you took him in"
The woman eyed her in greater
establishment than the case called for.
well. ia be glad to let you see
Them she said. "but the fact is we
haven't them. | do hope we haven't
made some mistake. l was thoroughly
convinced. and so was the superinten-
dent. We let his people take those
things away yesterday. Who are you.
and what do you want with themY"
The angel looked at the matron
dazed and speeches..
There couldn't bave been a mis-.
take" she continued. seeing the g1rrs
distress. "Freckles was here when l
took charge. ten years ago. These
people had it all proved plain as day
that be belonged to them. They had
him traced to where be ran away down
in Illinois last fall on1 thora thov