The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-24
CHAPTER XVII.
Wherein Mrs. Comstoc< Possesses the
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Wherein Mrs. ComstoeI Possesses the
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 @HEY shook hands, and Sinton went down the road, while Mrs. Comstock entered the cab o in. She went to the supper ta- ble, but she could not swallow food. Then she heard the front screen. She reached the middle door as Elnora touched the foot of the stairs.
 Hurry and get ready, Elnora," she said. Your supper is almost spoiled now"
 Elnora closed the stair door behind her and for the first time in her life threw the heavy lever which barred out any one from downstairs. Mrs. Comstock heard the thud and knew what it meant. She reeled slightly and caught the doorpost for support. For a few minutes she clung there, then sank to the nearest chair. After long time she arose and, stumbling half blindly, she put the food in the cupboard and covered the table. She took the lamp in one hand, the butter in the other and started for the spring house. Something brushed close by her face, and she looked just in time to see a winged creature rise above the cabin and sail away.
 'T got to go where they are if get them." muttered Mrs. Comst0ck.
 She hurried into the cabin, set the lamp on the table and stood thinking deeply. She went to the barn for the pair of stout high .boots she used in feeding stock in deep snow. Throwing the boots by the back door, she climbed to the loft over the spring house and hunted an old lard oil lantern and one of first manufacture for oil. Both of these she cleaned and filled. She lis tened until everything upstairs had been still for over half hour. By that time 1t was after II o'clock. Then she took the good lantern from the kitchen, the two old ones, a handful of matches, . ball of twine, and mt from the cabin, softly closing .-e door. She skirted the back of the garden, crossed a field and came out on the road. Soon she reached the Limberlost- She hunt ed until she found the old trail, then followed it, stumbling over logs and through climbing vines and grasses. By and by she began to see the wa vering flight of something she thought near the right size. She had no idea where she was, but she stopped, lighted a lantern and hung 1t as high as she could reach. A little distance away she placed the second and then the third Something large as a small bird was fluttering around. Mrs. Comstock be gan to perspire, while her hand shook wildly. She began to pray aloud.
 "This way, oh, Lord! Make it come this way! Please! You know how need it! Oh, Lord, send it lower"
 The moth hesitated at the first light then slowly, easily 1t came toward the second, as if following a path of air It touched a leaf near the lantern and settled. As Mrs. Comstock reached fol it thin yellow spray wet her hand and the surrounding leaves. When its wings raised above its back, her fin gers came together. She held the mott to the light. It was nearer brown thar yellow, and she remembered having seen some like it in the boxes that aft ernoon. It was not the one needed tc complete the collection, but Elnora might want it, so Mrs. Comstock held on. Just there the Almighty was kind CT nature was sufficient, as you look at it, for following the law of its being when disturbed, the moth again threw the spray by which some suppose il attracts its kind, and literally sprin kled Mrs. Comstock's dress front and arms. From that instant, she became the best moth bait ever invented. Gro Be Continued.)