The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-02


 "Oh. satsl 50 you was after knowing that? Well. didn't s'pose you did. and was afraid you'd think me wanting in respect to be prereding your
 The axtonished angel looked at him. caught the irrepreesible gieam of Irish fun In his eyes. and they laughed to- gether.
 FreckIes did not realize how he was talking that morning. He showed her many of the beautiful nests and eggs of the line. She could identify num- beF of them. but of some she was igno- rant. so they made notes Of the mum Der and color of the eggx. material and construction of nest. coior. size and shape of the birds and went on to look them up in the book.
 Al his room. when Frecklea had lfft- ed the overhanging bushes and stepped back for her tn enter. his heart was all out of time and place. The angel drew a deep breath and stood staring. first at one side then at anorher. then far or down The cathedral aisle. '-It's 5ust falrXiand Ehe cried ecataticaIly. Then she turned and stared at FreckIes exactly as she had at his handiwork.
 ''Whaf are 3Ou planning to beT' she asked slowly.
 "Whafever MT. Mclean wants me to-" he replied
 ~what do you do mcstg' she asked.
 'sWHtt.h me lines"
 'sI don't mean work!r
 s'Oh. In me spare time keep mo room and study in me books."
 Do you work on the room or che books most ?''
 .'On the room just what 1t takes to keep fl mp and the rest of the time on me hooks.''
 The angel eyed him sharply. "well. maybe you are going to be a great scholar" she said. .,but you don't look it. Your face Isn't right for that. but it's got something big in It-something just great. 1 must f1nd out what it Is and then you must go to work on It. Your father is expecting you to do something. You can tell by the way he talks. You ought 10 begin right away. You've wasted too much time aIready.s
 Poor Frecxles hung his head He had rever wasted an hour in bis life. There had never been one that was his to waste.
 The angel. studying him intentIy, read his thought in his face. "Oh, ! don't mean tnat9' she cried. with the frank dismay of sixteen. ''Of course you're not lazy. Nobody would ever think that from your looks It's this I mean There is something flne. strvug and full of power in your face. There fs something you are to do In this world and no matter how hard you work at all these other things nor how successfully you do them It is all vast ed until you find the one thing that you can do best. If you could go any where you please and do anything you want what would you do?''.
 '.I,d go to Chicago and sing in the First Episcopal choir.' answered sFreckles promptly.
 The angel dropped back on seat; fhe hat she had taken oGT and held in her fingers rolled to her feet. ''1'here." she exclaimed vehemenTly. you can see what I'm going to be. Nothing. absolutely nothing: You can sing? Of course you can sing! 1t is written all over you"
 Anybody with half wit could have seen he could sing withosG MasiaK to be told" she thought. ~lfiS an the slenderness of his fingers nad his qnick. nervous touch. It iS in the brightness of his hair. the fire of his eyes. the breadth of his chest. the muscles of his throat and neck ana. above. all. it's in every tone of hls voice''
 -WiH you do something for me:" she asked.
 'I'll do anything in the world you want me to- said FrPckIes largely, '.and if can't do what you waat HI go to work at once and afA try ali 1 can" Good" said the angel sGs over 1 there and stand before tBef eank and |