Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1912-07-23

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Maxwell O'More, Dunderry House
County Clare. Ireland"
Before she had finished came Free
kles' voice, Angel. are you hurryingT'
"Yes." said the angel, Il am. But
there is q good deal Of 1t. l have to
put in your house and country, 80 that
you will feel located"
"Me houseT' marveled Freckles-
"Of course" said the angel. your
uncle says your grandmother left your
father her dover house and estate,
because she knew his father would cut
him of. You get that, and all your
share of your grandfathers property
besides. 1t is oil set of for you and
waiting. Lord O'More told me 80. ]
suspect you are richer than Mclean,
Freckles."
She closed his fingers over the slip
and Strengthened his hair.
"Now you are all right, dear Linn
berlost guard" she said. "You go to
sleep and don't think Of a thing but
Just pure joy, Joy, Joy! I'll keep your
people until you wake up
Freckles caught her skirt as she
turned from him.
"Tll 20 to sleep in FIVE minutes" he
said, "if you will be doing just one
thing more for me. Send for your
father. oh. angel, send for him
quick"
One instant the angel stood looking
down on him. The next crimson
wave darkly stained her lovely face
Her chin began a spasmodic quivering
and tears sprang into her eyes. Her
hands caught at her chest as II she
were sitting. Freckles' grasp on her
frightened until he drew her up to and
then down beside him. He slipped his
arm about her and drew her face to
his pillow.
Don't angel; for the love Of mercy
don't be doing that" he implOred. II
can't be bearing 1t. Tell me. You
must tell me-"
The angel shook her head.
'"That amt fair, angel" said Free
kles. "You made me tell you when II
was like tearing the heart raw from
me breast. And you was for making
everything heaven-just heaven and
nothing else for me. II I'm so much
more now than / was an hour ago. may
be l can be thinking Of some way to
fix things. You will be telling meT'
he coa1ed softly, moving his cheek
against her hair.
The angels head moved In negation
Freckles did a moment Of intent think
ing.
Maybe ! can be guessing" he whls'
pered. "Will you be giving me three
chances?'
There was just the faintest possible
assent.
"You didn't want me to be knowing
me name." guessed Freckles.
The angels head sprang from the
pillow and her tear stained face famed
with outraged indignation.
"Why. / did. tool! she burst out an
grily.
zone gone" said Freckles calmly.
"You didn't want me to have relatives,
q home, and money"
81 did, screamed the angel. didn't
20 myself, all alone, into the city, and
find them when I was afraid as death
did tool!
1.-TWO gone" said Freckles. "You
lidn't want the beautifulest girl In the
world to be telling me-
Down went the angels face, and q
heavy sob shook her. Freckles' clasp
dghtened al out her shoulders, and his
face. in its conflicting emotions, war
q study. Despite all It meant to him to
know at last his name and that he
wss Of honorable birth-knowledge
without which life was an eternal dis
grace and burden-the one thing that
was hammering in Frecklea' heart and
beating In bis brain past any attempt
ed expression was the fact that
while he might really have been name.
less, the angel had told him that she
loved him. He could find no word
With which to begin to voice the rap
ture of his heart over that But II
she regretted It, II It had been thing
done out Of her pity for his CONDITION