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berries, dogwood with its red leaves and berries, and scarlet and yellow oak leaves. The elders followed and piled the table with heaps of food, then trailed red vines between dishes. In a quandary as to what to wear, without knowing what was expected of him further than saying "I will," at the proper moment, Robert ended by slipping into Kate's room, dressed in white flannel. The ceremony was over at ten minutes after six. Kate was lovely, Robert was handsome, everyone was happy, the supper was a banquet. The Bates family went home, Adam disappeared with Milly, while Little Poll went to sleep.

      Left to themselves, Robert took Kate in his arms and tried to tell her how much he loved her, but felt he expressed himself poorly. As she stood before him, he said: "And now, dear, tell me what changed you, and why we are married to-night instead of at Christmas, or in the spring."

      "Oh, yes," said Kate, "I almost forgot! Why, I wanted you to answer a letter for me."

      "Lucid!" said Robert. He seated himself beside the table. "Bring on the ink and stationary, and let me get it over."

      Kate obeyed, and with the writing material, laid down the letter she had that morning received from John Jardine, telling her that his wife had died suddenly, and that as soon as he had laid her away, he was coming to exact a definite promise from her as to the future; and that he would move Heaven and earth before he would again be disappointed. Robert read the letter and laid it down, his face slowing flushing scarlet.

      "You called me out here, and married me expressly to answer this?" he demanded.

      "Of course!" said Kate. "I thought if you could tell him that his letter came the day I married you, it would stop his coming, and not be such a disappointment to him."

      Robert pushed the letter from him violently, and arose "By----!" he checked himself and stared at her. "Kate, you don't MEAN that!" he cried. "Tell me, you don't MEAN that!"

      "Why, SURE I do," said Kate. "It gave me a fine excuse. I was so homesick for you, and tired waiting to begin life with you. Agatha told me about her telling you the day she was ill, to marry me; and the reason I wouldn't was because I thought maybe you asked me so offhandlike, because she TOLD you to, and you didn't really love me. Then this morning she was here, and we were talking, and she got round it again, and then she told me ALL you said, and I saw you did love me, and that you would have asked me if she hadn't said anything, and I wanted you so badly. Robert, ever since that day we met on the footlog, I've know that you were the only man I'd every really WANT to marry. Robert, I've never come anywhere near loving anybody else. The minute Agatha told me this morning, I began to think how I could take back what I'd been saying, how I could change, and right then Adam handed me that letter, and it gave me a fine way out, and so I called you. Sure, I married you to answer that, Robert; now go and do it."

      "All right," he said. "In a minute."

      Then he walked to her and took her in his arms again, but Kate could not understand why he was laughing until he shook when he kissed her.

       FRECKLES

      By Gene Stratton-Porter

      To all good Irishmen in general and one CHARLES DARWIN PORTER in particular

      Characters:

      FRECKLES, a plucky waif who guards the Limberlost timber leases and dreams of Angels.

      THE SWAMP ANGEL, in whom Freckles' sweetest dream materializes.

      MCLEAN, a member of a Grand Rapids lumber company, who befriends Freckles.

      MRS. DUNCAN, who gives mother-love and a home to Freckles.

      DUNCAN, head teamster of McLean's timber gang.

      THE BIRD WOMAN, who is collecting camera studies of birds for a book.

      LORD AND LADY O'MORE, who come from Ireland in quest of a lost relative.

      THE MAN OF AFFAIRS, brusque of manner, but big of heart.

      WESSNER, a Dutch timber-thief who wants rascality made easy.

      BLACK JACK, a villain to whom thought of repentance comes too late.

      SEARS, camp cook.

      Contents:

      I Wherein Great Risks Are Taken and the Limberlost Guard Is Hired

      II Wherein Freckles Proves His Mettle and Finds Friends

      III Wherein a Feather Falls and a Soul Is Born

      IV Wherein Freckles Faces Trouble Bravely and Opens the Way for New Experiences

      V Wherein an Angel Materializes and a Man Worships

      VI Wherein a Fight Occurs and Women Shoot Straight

      VII Wherein Freckles Wins Honor and Finds a Footprint on the Trail

      VIII Wherein Freckles Meets a Man of Affairs and Loses Nothing by the Encounter

      IX Wherein the Limberlost Falls upon Mrs. Duncan and Freckles Comes to the Rescue

      X Wherein Freckles Strives Mightily and the Swamp Angel Rewards Him

      XI Wherein the Butterflies Go on a Spree and Freckles Informs the Bird Woman

      XII Wherein Black Jack Captures Freckles and the Angel Captures Jack

      XIII Wherein the Angel Releases Freckles, and the Curse of Black Jack Falls upon Her

      XIV Wherein Freckles Nurses a Heartache and Black Jack Drops Out

      XV Wherein Freckles and the Angel Try Taking a Picture, and Little Chicken Furnishes the Subject

      XVI Wherein the Angel Locates a Rare Tree and Dines with the Gang

      XVII Wherein Freckles Offers His Life for His Love and Gets a Broken Body

      XVIII Wherein Freckles Refuses Love Without Knowledge of Honorable Birth, and the Angel Goes in Quest of it

      XIX Wherein Freckles Finds His Birthright and the Angel Loses Her Heart

      XX Wherein Freckles Returns to the Limberlost, and Lord O'More Sails for Ireland Without Him

      CHAPTER I

      Wherein Great Risks Are Taken and the Limberlost Guard Is Hired

      Freckles came down the corduroy that crosses the lower end of the Limberlost. At a glance he might have been mistaken for a tramp, but he was

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