The Washington times., 1929-02-13

was getting pretty cross with him.
and that was just what ne
wanted.
''Yes. I'm surely surprised and
disappointed with the young man
isn't made OF the stuff / thought
he was,
TITS no sign he isn't made Of
good stuff just because he's
changed his mind"
There are some things men
shouldn't change their minds
about"
And 1 am one OF them?"
Exactly" )"
You aren't much Of a comfort
today, Dad. Think I'll run along.
All the way home she thought
of her Mothers words and of her
Dads; then she re-read her letter.
She thought she understood some
thing OF how they had managed
him-something of its effect on
him. Their system was all wrong.
The Angel knew that the one
thing essential to his happiness
was for him to be wholly inde-
pendent, She guessed, and cor
rectly. that all they had done to
him and for him, had tended to-
ward making him wholly depend
ent, Her problem, then, was how
to stand him solidly on his own
feet, He needed job; something
to interest him: something for
which to strive: goal to reach.
Her parents seemed able to soffer
no adequate suggestion; well, she
would find a way alone.
When Freckles regained con-
seriousness. he was desperately i'll;
for a second time they battled for
his life, He was in terrible
agony and it reduired two and
three to hold him on the bed. save
when he was under the influence
of opiates. All through the nights
he tossed, while his semi-cOnscious
mind was tortured constantly by
snatches of bird song. the snap.
ping of hickory bark on camp
fires, the friendly rattle of dishes
i'm cook-tents, the rustic of wings,
the stealthy step of wild things,
the whispering of soft winds
through the trees, and all the time
the Angel ran before him, just out
of notwithstanding beckoning
1t was against the Doctors
orders for Freckles to have any
mail, but one day the Angels let
ter came, Barlow knew the writ
ing, and during a lucid interval
while they were alone, he read it
aloud. Freckles' tortured face re.
laxed. and he was perfectly quiet.
as he listened to the familiar
phrases OF the Angel.
Dearest Limberlost Guard:
Here is my only big news. /
have a Mother at last? Isn't it
wonderful? Dad and the Bird
Woman were married today; she
is a perfect treasure, and I've
always loved her; i know all OF
us are going to be happy forever
after The music room looked
like a section of the Limberlost
moved into Main Street.
wanted her to be married among
the flowers of her loved Swamp,
SO there wasn't tame thing in
the house-not even me
1t is a joy to have someone to
call Mother" / don't remember
my own Mother at all, but I'm
sure she would approve of me be.
ing under the care of the Bird
Woman, and / don't think she
would want Dad to go on living
such a drab lonely life. They
have gone, off on a short trip to
the Northern Lakes; I'll miss
them; but I'll help some in the
bank and play some tennis. Then
I'm having all the flowers moved
out of that low spot below the
orchard. so that Mother can have
a marvellous wild flower garden
there.
Speaking OF the orchard re-
minds me: l found that the
robins in the Maidenblush apple
tree have Matched their second
brood OF babies. Fat bunchy Mrs.
Robin was busy plueking the
castings off the babtes' Din-