Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-02-02

"whatsvsr Nj Nolan w-nts -
to" hs seplisd.
~what d you do unostr' shs asksd
"Watch me lines"
II don't mean work.
ooh! In me spare time I keep me-
room ana study in me books" ..S
do you work on the room or the
books mostT'
ION the room just what II takes to
keep It up and the. rest Of the time on
me books"
The angel eyed him sharply. SWELL
maybe you are going to be q great
scholar" she said, 'but you don't look
1t. Your face isn't right for that. but
it's got something big in it-something
just great. i must hnd out what it 10
and then you must 60 to work on It.
Your father Ii expecting you to do
something. Yc. can tell by the way
he talks. You ought to begin right
away. You've wasted too much time
already"
Poor Freckles hung his head. He
had never wasted an hour in his life.
There had never been one that was hi6
to waste.
The angel. studying him intently.
read his thought in his face. ''Oh. !
don't mean that" 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
mean: There is something fine, strong
and full Of power in your face. There
Is 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. II you could so any
where you please and do anything you
want, what would you do?''
'I'd 60 to Chicago and sing in the
First Episcopal choir" answered
Freckles promptly.
The angel dropped back on seat;
the hat she had taken OF and held in
her fingers rolled to her feet. There"
she exclaimed vehemently. you can
see what I'm going to be. Nothing.
absolutely nothing! You can singi
OF course you can sing! It Is written
all over you"
Anybody with half wit could have
seen he could sing without having 10
be told she thought. Its in the
slenderness Of his fingers and his
quick, nervous touch. 1t IS in the
brightness Of his hair, the fire Of his
eyes, the breadth Of his chest. the
muscles Of his throat and neck and.
above all, its In every tone Of his
voice"
"Wiu you do something for me:" she
asked
.I'll do anything in the world you
want me to- said Freckles largely.
land il l can't do what you want III
go to work at once and I'll try till
can"
Good" said the angel. go over
there and stand before that bank and
sing something-anything you think OF
first"
1t was a children's song that he had
led for the little folks at the home
many times.
To fairy land We 60,
With 4 song Of Joy. heigh-o!
In dreams well stand upon that shore
And all the realm behold.
Well see the sights so grand Il
That belong to fairy land.
Its mysteries we will explore.
Its beauties will unfold.
On. ira, la, la, Oh ha, ha. ha! We're hap
py now as we can be.
Our welcome song we Will prolong and
greet you with our melody.
o fairy land, sweet fairy land. We love to
sing
Nothing could have given the intense
sweetness and rollickinR quality Of
Freckles' voice better scope. he for
got everything but pride in his work
with the sound Of his voice. He was
on the chorus, and the angel was shiv-
ering in ecstasy when clip. clip. came
the sharply beating feet of swiftly
ridden horse down the trail from the
north. They both sprang toward the
entrance.
"Freckles. Frecklesr' called the voice
Of the Bird Woman.
They were at the trail on the instant.
"Both those revolvers loaded:" she
asked.
EYES," said Freckles.
'.Is there way you can cut across
the swamp and get to the chicken
tree in few minutes and with little
noise?'
Eyes"
"Then go flying" said the Bird
Woman. "Give the angel lift up be-
hind me, and we will ride the horse
back to where You left him and wait
for you. l finished Little Chicken in
no time and put him back. His mother