Freckles

s Honor and Finds a

dden among the branches of a small tree, he remembered that he neither had thanked them nor said good-bye. Considerin

the Angel come again? No other woman whom he ever had known would. But did they resemble any other women he ever had known? He thoug

who came with a tear in the eye and hypocrisy in every feature of their faces; the kind who dressed in silks and jewels, and handed to those poor little mother-hungry souls worn toys that their children no longer cared for, in exactly the same spirit in which they pitched biscui

they had met him as a son and brother. With them he could, for the only time in his life, forget the lost hand that every day tortured him with a new pang. What kind

re the majority like them, or were they

hey came, and as the heavy wagons rumbled down the east trail he could hear them plainly. The gang were shouting themselves hoarse for the Limberlost guar

nd hugged him as a bear and choked over a few words of praise. The gang drove in and finished felling the tree. McLean was angry beyond measure a

Freckles told the story he was aching to tell. The Boss scarc

e fellows and get them out of our way, but this will never do. We can't mix up those women in it. They have helped you save me the

he Angel, either,

ueried the ast

hile Freckles told of the comi

is a beautiful young girl, and she appears to be utterly free from the least particle of fal

es her, and of course, she thinks she can trust mankind as well. The man isn't made who wouldn't lay down the life of him for her.

dled one of the revo

hem right out into the west road, spitting lead like hail, and clipping all around the heads and heels of them; and I'm damned, sir, if I believe she'd cared a rap if she'd hit. I never saw much shooting, but if that wasn't the nearest t

ey come back?

fe on it, they'll be coming back. At least, Black Jack will. Wessner may not have the plu

ha

on of who shoots fir

out below, we will come. The fact is, in many cases, until it is felled it's difficult to tell what a tree will prove to be. It won't do to leave you here longer a

st get me one-or perhaps a wheel would be better. I used to do extra work for the Home doctor, and he would let me take his bicycle to ride around the place. And at times the head nurse would loan me his for an hour. A wheel would cost less and be faster th

have a first-class wheel, you never c

second guard, solely for the sake of her work and the presence of the Angel in the Limberlost. He did not propose to have a second man unless it were absolutely necessary, for he had been alone so long that he loved the solitude, his chickens,

e boy he was growing so to love that he could not endure to oppose him, and to have

to catch in hurried riding, and in every way the best of its kind. Freckles went skimming around the trail on it on a preliminary trip before he

eyes, but touching it only to carry it to his case, where he hung it on the shining handlebar of the new wheel and locked it among his treasures. Then he went to the trail, with a new expre

certain. The big bully was not a man to give up his purpose, or to have the hat swept from his head with a

any part of it, as they had in so many places. Freckles stood fascinated, gazing at it. He measured it lovingly with his eye. He would not have ventured a caress on her hat any more than on her person, but this was different. Surely a footprint on a trail might belong

as like flying, for the path was worn smooth with his feet and baked hard with the sun almost all the way. When he came to the bark, he veered far to one side a

she was going to say that singing was the big thing I was to be doing. That's what they all thought at the Home. Well, if it is, I'll just shut me eyes, think of

nd deliberately laid his lips on the footprint. Then he arose, a