The Washington times., 1929-02-15
The Aristocratic Lord Re-
ceives Setback to His Plans
For FreckleS' Future


wound up the machine, set the
needle, started 1t again. and went
softly into the room.
Barlow" gasped the boy.
what is it? Am l deirious
again? Is it a miracle, or am
Just hearing things? Is 1t really
my darling Angels voice
Barlow explained.
such a voice as you have,
sir. Why do you never sing?
Some music in this old house
would be a blessing for us all"
Il couldn't bear the thought
of singing after Id left the only
home and trends I'd ever had. l
have not sung since the last song
/ sang for the Angel, four years
ago. She discovered my voice,
and made me sing for her, play
ing accomplishments for me on
her banjo. But tell me-when did
this record come? Wasn't it ad-
dressed to me? Why didn't / get
it?"
Again Barlow explained. But
don't fret yourself about Miss
Kathleen, sir. Just think about
the Angel and be happy. Can you
still sing, sir
Il don't know, Barlow, but l
feel inspired to try if you'll move
that machine in here, and start
that record again"
When the O'Mores and Kathleen
came in, they heard a rich, tenor
voice ringing through the house.
What could it mean? Who was
it? 1t came from upstairs. Fol
lowing the sound, they rushed
into t'reckles' room. He was sit
ting up, singing: in a corner OF
the room the Victrola was doing
its utmost. and Barlow was stand
ing triumphantly beside it. For
moment they were speechless.
At the end of the song, F'reckles
stopped. and the Angels voice
went on alone. At her command.
Come now, once more" he pe-
gan again. and sang through the
chorus. Barlow shut off the ma
chine. but he did no. 90.
What a heavenly voice"
MY dear, why have you never
sung for us befOre?"
And Uncle Maxwells harsh. de-
cisive tones. What blasted idiocy
is this? Where did that damned
thing come from? Terence, you'll
kill yourself''
F'reckles lay oack on his pill
lows, tired but happy; his voice
was not gone: he had it, practice
and instruction We're all he needed;
something to work for at last!
"Cndoubtedly tor the first time
in your life. you are wrong. l will
not Kill myself. on the contrary,
my dear uncle. l feel like living
Il. for the first time since l came
into your home. That damned
thing, as you So graphically des-
crihe it, is my Angels voice, call
ing me; the. only person in the
world who believes | can do
something. and VINO really wants
me to do it; and also perhaps the
only living soul who has the
temeritv to defy you III YOUR own
home-you and YOUR hide e-hound
idnas--it's a great idea-think III
follow suit" ard FreCkles laughed.
Aunt Ellen gas1ad, and turned
pale. Kathleen. feeling weak in
/ the knees. sank into chair.
Barlow" snapped Uncle Max
well. leave the ROOM"
Excuse me. Uncle, Barlow hap
;
a present. Barlow, stay where
you are"
Eyes. sir" Barlow stayed.
every we'll. if YOU care to dis
! cuSs family affairs before a ser
! want"
| Barlow happens to know AL
! about my business. Also he 10
| trustworthy and honorable. The
! only person l care an excuse from
this discussion is Miss Strathern.
who is neither trustworthy nor
I honorable"
/ "Terence. have YOU lost your
senses?"
NO. I'te found them. This
record came for me III the mail
this afternoon, Before she goes,
I'd like Miss Strathern to explain
why she did not bring it in here
with the letters, and why. when
| asked her if there was any mail
for me, she answered No."
All turned inoItring ewes
toward Kathleen. She was very
pale, but it would not do to
weaken before them all.
II only meant to wait a few
days. until you were stronger. to
give it to you. I thought it might
upset You, and I-I--think it
! has"
Yes. thank heaven. it has. One
excuse is as good as another for
that trick, young lady. You NAV
90 now. and you need not trouble
to come into my room again"
Having thus peremptorily dis
missed Kathleen, Freckles turned
to CnCle Maxwell.
I'VE may just as we'll settle
this thing now as at any other
time. AS soon as ! am out Of
this bed land you'll he surprised
to see how soon that will bel I
am going into the city, and get
a mans job
1t was a queer picture the four
Of them made, there in the dark.
ened room. The frenzied old c,an.
purple with rage; the tiny. digni.
fled old lady, her hands clasped
riGidly: Barlow. silent, standing
like a sentinel beside the bed. the
pale, thin patient, cheeks flushed
and eyes blazing with anger and
excitement.
II brought YOU over here. and
took YOU into my own home
thinking" but ne got no fur.
ther. They heard a loud knocking
downstairs, then voices. and
heavy footballs coming up the
stairs.
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