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

There was a s1lken rustic n a
beautiful woman with cheeks of
cherry bloom. hair Of jet and eyes
OF pure Irish blue. moved to Lord
O'More's side and. catching his arm.
shook him impatiently.
Terence! Have you lost your
senses"' she cried. Didn't you un-
derstand what the child said? Look
at her face! See what she hast"
Il beg your pardon" be said. The
fact is. ! am leaving Chicago sorely
disappointed, 1t makes me bitter and
reckless. | thought it was some more
OF those queer. useless people that
have thrust themselves on me con-
stantly. and l was careless. Forgive
me and tell me why you came"
II will If l like you" said the an
gel stoutly. land If | don't / won't!''
But l began all wrong. n now |
don't know how to make you like
me-" said his lordship. with sincere
penitence in his tone.
The angel looked into the beautiful
woman's face.
Are you his wife?" she asked.
YES" said the woman. II am his
wife"
WELL" said the angel judicially,
the Bird Woman says no one in the
whole world knows all a mans big
nesses and all his %Iittlenesses as his
wife does. What you think of him
ought to do for me. DO you like
him?"
Better than any one in the whole
world" said Lady O'More promptly.
her legal tinge came to the fore again.
"Yes. but ave you any one you could
like better IT he wasn't all right?"
she persisted.
Il have three Of his sons. two
little daughters. a father, mother and
several brothers and sisters" came
the quick reply.
And you like him best?" persisted
the angel with tinality.
II love MIN so much that I would
give up every one OF them with Cry
eyes. it by so doing l could save him."
said Lord O'More's wife.
oh" crleu the angel. "Oh. N.Y."
She lifted her clear eyes to Lord
O'More's II shook her head.
"She never. never could do that"
she said But it's a mighty big thing
to your credit that she thinks she
could. guess III tell you why /
came"
She laid down the paper and touched
the portrait.
when yon we're just a boy. did
people call you Freckles?" she asked.
Dozens OF good fellows all yer Ire
land and the continent are doing it to-
day." answered Lord OMore.
The angeIs face lighted with her
most beautiful smile.
II was sure OF it," b said winning
ly. That's what we call him. and he
is so like you. / doubt it any one OF
those three boys Of yours are more so.
But it's been twenty years. Seems to
me you've been a long time comingv'
Lord O'More caught the Angels
wrists and his wife slipped her arms
about her.
STEADY. my girl" said the mans
voice hoarsely. Don't make me think
you've brought word Of the boy at this
last hour unless you know surely"
Its all right" said the angel. I'VE
have him, and there's no chance Of a
mistake. If I hadn't gone to that home
for his little clothes and heard OF you
and been hunting you and mad met
you on the street. or anywhere. |
should have stopped you and asked you
who you were just because you are so
like him. It's all right. | can tell
you where Freckles is: but whether
you deserve TO know-that's another
matter!". 3,
Lord O'More did not near her. He
dropped back in his chair and covering
his face. burst into those terrible sobs
that shake and rend a strong man.
Lady O'More lowered over him. weep
ing.
"Umph! Looks pretty fair for Free
kles." muttered the angel. Lots OF
things can be explained. Now perhaps
they can explain this"
They did explain so fully that in a
few minutes the angel was OF her feet,
hurrying Lord and Lady O'More to
reach the hospital.
"You said Freckles' old nurse knew
his mothers picture instantly" said
the angel. Il want that picture and
the bundle of little Clothes"
Lady O'More gave them into her
hands.
The likeness vas a large miniature
painted on ivory. with a frame of
beaten gold. and the face that looked
out of it was Of extreme beauty and
surprising sweetness. Surrounded by
masses Of dark hair was a delicately
cut face, with big eyes. In the upper
part OF it there was no trace OF
F'reckles, but the lips curving in a
smile were his very own. The angel
gazed as if she could never leave off.
Then with a quivering breath she laid
the portrait aside and reached both
arms for Lord O'More's neck.
That will save F'reckleS' life ana