The Washington times., 1929-02-15

Not lazy, just ignorant as to
the possibilities of their land
There is no market for their
productivity need direction, and
encouragement"
Uncle Maxwell drove his own
horses. Now, he sat, straight and
silent, his only enjoyment watch
Ing the horses as they tell into
diffel ent gaits as lie loOSened or
tightened the reins. lie missed the
tuchias growing inside the hedges
the white.washed gates and
fences, the masses of lalkspur,
lupih and foAglove: the huge
Irish oaks. beeches, and featkcred
eIms, the whole flooded with the
silVe.' sheen o. moonlight. One
followed the narrow road at will
there were no signs tu guide one.
Unless you knew the country. you
could only stop at the cottages
and ask for infor nation But
Uncle Maxwell. net caring for
scenery, always took ore road
the one which led into the "ity.
There were few travellers on the
road at this hour and they were
surprised when they saw horse
coming toward them Leins driven
rapidly. and making cloud of
dust. They recognized cutter
Ball and then Barlow. Only
kathIeen's keen eyes noticed the
large bundle beside him, and the
care with which he was X eping
one hand on it, while he drove
with the other.
So it was that when Barlow
He carried the heavy bundle to
his room, and unwr&pped it with
great care. He unlocked his
trunk. and took nUl tn" .An@"l
precious package; for the next
half hour lie was. very busy.
When the family had departed
for their ride, and the house was
quie EreckIes read Il story or
twu, and feeling sleepy, he put
Down the magazine and dozed. His
thoughts. waking or sleeping were
always Of the Angel
No word OF any kind had come
from America since she had got
ten his letter. What must they
think of him: how cowaldly he
had been to allow himselft to be
defeated, and then acknowledge
it: to the Angel, to her 'arents,
and t his dear Boss Mclean.
He must prove worthy of their
belief in him: he would break
loose from this cOntounded mar
row, idle existence and make
man of himself Then he
would go to them and te them
what he had done. If the
Angel had waited for him. he
would be unbelieVahly happy:
il she had not. he WAS to blame:
but he would let her. and his
other dear ones. sec that at last
their faith in him had not been
in vain
He was walking through the
LimberloSt now, ~ he ma
walked wears ago ths Angel Was
seated in his room in the
Swamp-the sun played hide and
seek with her golden Curls-her
cheeks were flushed and her
eyes were sparkling with eN-
citement-she was twanSing her
banjo in accompaniment to his
voice. as he sang:
Three lite leaves of Irish green
United on one stem;
Love. truth and valor do they
They form"
Then the Angels voice
"Oh, do you love
Oh say you love
You love the shamrock green"
t'reckles' body tensed, and his
hands clenched suddenly-God!
he did hear her voice. 1t was
coming through his half-open
door. He childiShIy hit his FINGER
to see if he was awake. and
he was. He raised himself
slightly on one elbow and lis
tened. 1t was her voice and she
was saying "Freckles. shame on
you. You're not trying Look
me in the eve, Now you square
your shoulders; throw out your
chest; lift up your head; and
sing. Come. now; once more"
Freckles was sitting up now,
with his arms stretched toward the
door. as if he expected the Angel
to walk through it. There was
divine light on his face; his
thoughts flew back to that other
day. long ago. when she had
said those very words 10 him
Again her voice penetrated his
hewildered brain: Good boy.
FreCkles. I'm proud of you
you will he great stnger-and
when YOU are. please do not
forget your friends in the Linn.
berlost. We love you've miss
you We are aiting for YOU
And once more came the lifting
melody; the soft sweet voice.
accompanied by the strumming
banjo.
Again his thoughts wandered t"
that day long ago. The Angel had
kissed his forehead in her pride
and enthusiasm. Even now he
put UP a cautious hand, As If to
see If he could feel it. and smiled
as he remembered asking Mother
Duncan if kisses washed off, and
her confident reply. Nae, lad.
they Iinna-"
BARLOW was watching through
the door, happy tears streaming
upheeded down his cheeks. and
dropping on his coat. His pur-
chase in the city had been a
portable Victrola; the contents o'
the Angels package had been a
record made during her Two DAYS
stay in Chicago with her Mother
Barlow had practised until he
knew how to adjust it. in his
own room: then he had carried it
into Freckles' sitting room, and
left the door open.
Freckles was apparently sleep
inE good enough the music would
waken him: he turned the little
lever and waited. Here was his
reward for the two lies, his fight
- Y.