Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-03-21

There's fast driving limit?" she
asked.
Yes miss"
Twill you crowd it all you can with
out danger of arrest? 1 will pay well.
| must catch some people,"
Then she smiled at him. The hos
pital. an orphans home. and the Audi
forum seemed a queer combination to
that driver. but the angel was always
and everywhere the angel, and her
ways were strictly her own.
Il will get you there Just MS quickly
as any man could with a team he
said promptly.
She chung to the card and paper,
and as best she could in the lurching.
swaying cab, read the addresses over.
"O'Morc. suite eleven. Auditorium
"'O'More.'" she repeated. Seems
TO fit Freckles to a dot. Wonder if
that could he his name? suite eleven
means that you are pretty well fixed.
Suites in the Auditorium come high
Then she turned the card and read
on its reverse. Lord Maxwell O'More.
NJ. T.. Killvany place. County Clare,
Ireland
"A lord man. she groaned despair
ingly. "a lord mah Bet my hoe
cakes scorched"
She blnked back tho tears and.
spreading the paper on her knee read:
AFTER three months fruitlcss search.
Lord O'More gives up the guest for
his lost nephew, and leaves Chicago
today for his home in Ireland"
She read on, and realized every word
of it. The likeness settled it. 1t was
Freckles over again. only older and
elegantly dressed, There was not a
chance to doubt.
Thank you; and wait. no matter
how long" she said to her driver.
Catching up the paper, she hurried
TO the desk and laid down Lord
O'More's card
"IIas my uncle started yet?' she
asked. sweetly.
The surprised clerk stepped back on
bellboy. and covertly kicked him for
being in the way.
His lordship is in his ROOM" he
SuIu. WIFI II low DOW.
The clerk showed the bellboy toward
the angel
"Show her ladyship to the elevator
and Lord O'More's suit he said.
bowling double.
At the hellboy's tap the door swung
onen and the liveried servant thrust Il
Crd tray before the angel. The
7IonlnC OF the door created current
g3at eUdVed curtain aside. and IN
an adjoining room. lounging in a great
chair with a paper in his hand. sat
The man who was. beyond question,
OF Freckles' blood and race.
With perfect control the angel
dropped Lord OMores card on the
tray, whipped past his servant and
TODD before his lordship.
Good morning. she said with
tense politeness.
Lord OMore glanced her over with
amused curiosity until her color be-
gan to deepen and her blood to run
hotly.
"Well, my dear" he said at last,
"how can I serve your"
Instantly the angel bristled. She
had been so shielded in the midst of
almost entire freedom, owing to the
circumstances Of her life, that the
words and the look appealed to her
rs almost insulting. She lifted her
head with n proud gesture.
81 am not your dear" she said
With slow distinctness There isn't
thing In the world you can do for
me. l came here TO see If could do
something-a very great something
for you; hut If don't like you l won't
do it!'
There was a silken rustic and a
beautiful woman with cheeks Of
cherry bloom, hair OF iet and eyes
Of pure Irish blue, moved TO Lord
O'Mores side and, catching his arm.
shook him impaticntIy.
Terence. Have you lost your
senses?" she cried. Didn't you I'M
derstand what the child said? Lool,
at her face! See what she has"
81 beg your pardon" he said, THE
fact IS. am leaving Chicago sorely
disappointed. 1t makes me bitter and
reckless. / thought 1t was some more
of those queer, useless people that
have thrust themselves on me con
stantiy, and ! was careless Forgive
me and tell me why you came"
~ will il like you" said the an
gel stoutly, land If don't l won't"
But | began all wrong. and 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. 81 am hi
Wife"
"Well,' said the angel judicially
"thc Bird Woman says no one In thu
whole world knows all a mans big
nesses and all his littlenesses as hi
wife does. What you think of hin
ought to do for me. DO you lik'
himY'
Better than any one in the Who'll,
world" said Lady O'More promptly.
ThS- angel unused n second. and thel
her legal tinge came to the fore again
Yes. but have you any one you coul'
like better If he wasn't oil right?
she persisted.
II have three OF his sons, tw
title daughters. a father. mother AM
several brothers and sisters" cam
the quick reply.
And you like him best" persiste
.ha onUai with fuDlitv