The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-01-10

 By Gene SGraGt0m-
 Porter COPYRIGHT. 1904. BY DOUBLEDAY PAGE
 & co.
COPYRIGHT. 1904. BY DOUBLEDAY PAGE

ANOma0 bIODDGu IuG uOtSCs anA lAC aA7 gel gave him the bit of print paper. FreC.kIes leaned the wheel against trt-e and took the proof with eager fingers. He had never before seen study from any of his chickens. He stood staring. When he lifted his face to them it was transtgured with delight.
 e'You seer he exclaimed. and fell to gazing again. "Oh. me little rnickenr' he cried. ''Oh. me iIeGant little chick en. I'd be giving all me money in the bank for your
 Then he thought of the angels mnR and Mrs. Duncan's hat and added: cor at least all but what i'm needing bad for something else. Would you mind my stopping at the cabin min ute and showing this to Mother Dun can?' he asked.
 FreckIeS went hurry1ug on ahead. and they drove up in time to see Mrs Duncan gazing as if awestruck and to hear her bew1ldered 'Weel, 1 be draw ed on!'
 FrackIes and the angel helped the Bird Woman to establish herSelf for long stay at the mouth of Sleepy Snake creek Then she sent them away and waited what luck would bring to her
 Looks ae if some one had been cut ting a dagpole." said the angel. run ming the toe of her shoe around a small stump. %videntiy cut that sea son "Freckles. what would anybody cut tree as small as that for2"
 s'I don't know" said FrPckIes.
 "weII. but ! want to knowr' said the angel. Nobody came away iD here and cut it just for fun. They've taken tt away. Let's go back and see if we can see 1t anywhere around there"
 She retraced her steps and began searching eagerly. FreckIes did the. game
 '.sThere it is." be exclaimed at last. cleaning just as naturally against the trunk of fhnt big maple"
 'Yps. and leaning there has killed patch Of bark.'' said the angel. ''See how dried up 1t looks"
 FreckIes stared at her.
 Angel" he shouted. "I bet you it's a marked treeI'
 "Course it isr' cried the angel. "Tt Is one of Jacks marked trees"
 The clear. ringing Pr.ho of strongly swung axes came crashing through the Ltmberlosf.
 Iris the gang'' shouted Freckles. ''They're clearing a place to make the camp. Let'S go he.pr"
 "Get out your hatchet." Commanded the angel. 'T predict this is the most valuable tree in the swamp. You found 1t. I'm going to play that you're my knight Now. you nail my coIors on 1t"
 She united a blue bog in her hair and doubled it against the tree. The angel had called him her knight! How he loved her! She must not see his face or surely her quick eyes would read what he was fighting to hide He did not dare lay his lips on that ribbon then. but that night he would return Co 1t. When they had gone a little dis tance they both looked back. and the morning breeze set the bit of blue waving them a farewell
 She reached him her hand. and. like two children. they broke into a run as they came nearer the gang. They left the swamp by the west road and fol- lowed the trail until they found the men To the angel it seemed eompIefe chaos
 In the shadiest spot on the west side of the line. close to the swamp and very close to Freckles' room they were cutting down bushes and clearing out space for a tent for the mems sleeping quarters. another for dining hall and a board shack for the cook. The team sters were unloading. the horses were cropping leaves from the bushes. and each man was doing his part toward the construction of the new Timber lost quarters.