The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-08
CHAPTER 1T.

WhOeoin ls Told Something ct EInora's
 Family History.
 N7OWN the long corridor alone I'M among hundreds, down the HI long street alone among thou 9 sands, out into the country she came at last. She sat on 8 log and began to sob in spite of her efforts at self control. At first 1t was physical breakdown, later thought came crowd ing. She must go home to feed chick ems. calves and pigs, wear calico and coarse shoes and pass library with averted head all her life. She sobbed again.
 "For pity's sake, honey, what's the mAtter?" asked the voice of the near est neighbor, Wesley Sinton, as he seated himself by Elnora. There. there," he continued, smearing tears all over her face in an effort to dry them. "Was it 50 bad as that, now? Maggie has been just about wild over you all day. She's got nervouser every minute. She said we were foolish to let you go. She said your clothes were not right and that they would laugh at you. Were your things right, Elnora ?'
 The girl broke into hysterical laugh ter. "Righty' she cried. Right! Uncle Wesley, you should have seen me among them! was picture! They'll never forget me. No, they won't get the chance, for they'll see the same things tomorrowr'
 uNyo~- <I,o% {S 1uho< oo11 cy,11Nk RI L nora. Downright grit" said Wesley Sinton. Don't you let them laugh you out. You've helped Margaret and me for years at harvest and busy times. What you've earned must amount to quite sum. You can get yourself a good many clothes with it."
 Don't mention clothes, Uncle Wes- ley," sobbed Elnora. "I don't care now how I look. If I don't go back all of them will know it's because I am so poor I can't buy my books"
 "Oh, I don't know as you are so poor," said Sinton meditatively. "There are 300 acres of good land, with fine timber as ever grew on it."
 "It takes all we can earn to pay the tax, and mother wouldn't cut a tree for her life"
 'Well, then, maybe I'll be compelled to cut one for her." suggested Sinton. Anyway, stop tearing yourself to pieces and tell me. If it isn't clothes, what is tt?''
 '1rs books and tuition. Over $2O in all"
 'Humph! First time 1 ever knew you to be stumped by $20, Elnora, '' said Sinton, batting her hand.
 'It's the first time you ever knew me to want money" answered Elnora. '"This is different from anything that ever happened to me. Oh, how can l get 1t, Uncle Wesley?'
 tDrive to town with me in the morn ing and I'll draw 1t from the bank for you. owe you every cent of it."
 You know you don't owe me pen ny, and I wouldn't touch one from yor unless really could earn it. For any thing that's past owe you and Aunt Margaret for all the home life and love I've ever known. I know how you work, and I'll not take your money"
 "Just loan, Elnora; just loan fol a little while until you can earn it You can be proud with all the rest o1 the world, but there's no secrets be tween us. Is there, Elnora?"
 "No," said Elnora, there are none You and Aunt Margaret have given ms all the love there has been in my life That is the one reason above all other. why you shall not give me charity. won't touch your money, but I'll wi; some way. First I'm going home ana try mother. It's just possible could find secondhand books, and perhaps all the tuition need not be paid at once Maybe they would accept 1t quarterly But, oh, Uncle Wesley, you and Aun Margaret keep on loving me. Pm st lonely, and no one else cares"
 Wesley Sinton's jaws met with { click. He swallowed hard on btttel words and changed the thing he would have said three times before 1t becam, articulate.
 "Elnora," he said ct last, eff 1t hadn' been for one thing I'd have tried tt take legal steps to make you ours wher you were three years old. Maggie sait then it wasn't any use, but I've alway, held on. You see, I was the first mar there, honey, and there are things, yor see, that you can't ever make anybody else understand. She loved him, El nora. She just made an idol of him There was that oozy green hole, witl the thick scum broke and two or three big bubbles slowly rising that were tn, breath of his body. There she was fl spasms of agony and beside her the great heavy log she'd tried to throw him. can't ever forgive her for turn ing against you and spelling your child hood as she has, but I couldn't forgive anYhndH else for ahusin0 her MaUui.