The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-13

lessons.
 Sinton was steadying himself. 'I'll stop and examine the case as 1 come back" he said Maybe I can find some clew. That other-that was just accidental. It's common expression. All the preachers use it. If l was go- ing to pray that would be the very first thing I'd say"
 The color came back to Elnora's face.
 Did you tell your mother about this money. Elnora?" he asked.
 "No. I didn't" said Elnora. ''It's dreadful not to. but was afraid. You see, they are clearing the swamp so fast Every year it grows harder to find things, and Indian stuff gets scarcer. I want to gra duate, and that's fU1r years unless I can double on the course. That means $20 tuition each year and new books and clothes. There won't ever be so much at one time again-that know. I just got to hang to my money. I was afraid to tell her for fear she would want it for taxes, and she really must sell a tree or some cattle for that, mustn't she. Uncle Wesley?"
 4On your life, she mustp' said Wes- ley. "You put your little wad in the bank all safe and never mention it to a living soul. It don't seem right, but your case is peculiar. Every word you say is a true word. Each year you will get less from the swamp, and things everywhere will be scarcer. If you ever get few dollars ahead, that can start your college fund. You know you are going to college. Elrora!"
 'Of course am,'' said Elnora.
 She jumped from the carriage and soon found that with her books, her lunch box and the box of arrow points she had a heavy load. She was all most to the bridge crossing the cu1vert when she heard the distressed screams of a child. Across an orchard of the suburbs came small boy, after him a big dog, urged by man in the back ground. Elnora's heart was with the small flying figure in any event what, ever. She dropped her load on the bridge and with practiced hand caught up a stone and flung it at the dog. The beast curled double with a howl The boy reached tue fence, and Elnora was there to help him over. As he touched the top she swung him to the ground. but he clung to her. clasping her tightly, sobbing and shivering with fear Elnora carried him to the bridge and sat with him in her arms. For g time bis replies to her questions were indistinct, but at last he became quiet CT and she could understand.
 He was a mite of boy. nothing but skin covered bones, his burned, freck led face in a mortar of tears anG dust, his clothing unspeakably dirty one great toe in fostering mass iron a broken nail and sores all over the visible portions of the small body.
 "You wouldn't set dog on boy fol just taking few old apples when yor fed lem to pigs with shovel every day, would youY' he said.
 "No, I would not" said Elnora hotly
 You'd give boy all the apples h, wanted if he hadn't any breakfast ant was so hungry he was all twisty inside wouldn't youY
 ''Yes, I would said Elnora.
 "1f you had anything to eat yo, would give me something right now wouldn't you?'
 "Yes," said Elnora. "There's noth ing but just stones in the package But my dinner is in that case. Fl gladly divide"
 She opened the box. The famishet child gave a little cry and reached both hands. Elnora caught then back.
 ''Did you have any supper"
 "No'
 "Any dinner yesterday?"
 "An apple and some grapes I stole ''Whose boy are you2"
 "Old Tom Billings"
 "Why don't your father get you some thing to eatY
 "He does most days. but he's drunl now."
 Flush! You must notv' said Elnora "He's your fatherp' . Gro Be Continued.)