The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-27

became very white, but took the trail without a word. Ammon, unable to see a woman carry heavier load than he, reached for the instrument. Mrs Comstock shook her head. She carried the violin home, took it into her room and closed the door. Elnora turned to Ammon.
 "If she destroys that I will die!' cried the girl.
 ''She won'tr' said Ammon. "You misunderstood her. She wouldn't have said what she did about the owls if she had meant to. She is your moth CT. No one loves you as she does. Trust her! Myself think she's sim- ply great!"
 Mrs. Consstock returned with serene face, and all of. them helped with the supper When it was over Ammon and Elnora sorted and classified the afternoons specimens and made trip to the woods to paint and light sev- eral trees for moths. When they came and they joined her. She went into the cabin, but she returned almost in- stantly, laying the violin and bow across Elnora's lap. "I wish you would give us a little music" she said
 The violin played on until Elnora was so tired she scarcely could lift the bow. Then Ammon went home. Ths women walked to the gate with him and stood watching him from sight.
 "That's what call one decent young manw said Mrs. Comstock. "To sec him fit in with us, you'd think he'6 been raised in cabin, but it's likely he's always had the very cream O the pot"
 "Yes, think so," laughed Elnora 'but it hasn't hurt him. I've never seen anything I could criticise. He's teaching me so much unconsciously You know he graduated from Harvard and has several degrees in. law. He's coming in the morning."
 Next morning Ammon came early and he and Elnora went at once to the fields and woods. Mrs. Comstock ha6 come to believe so implicitly in hin that she now stayed at home to com plete the work before she joined them and when she did she often sat sewing leaving them wandering hours at 2 time, It was noon before she finished and then she packed a basket of lunch She found Elnora and Philip near tht violet patch, which was still in its prime. They lunched together. Ther Mrs. Comstock carried the basket back to the cabin, and Ammon and Elnora sat on a log, resting for a few min utes
 Do you remember your promise about these viOlets?'' asked Ammon Tomorrow is Edith's birthday, and ii I'd put them special delivery on the morning train she'd get them in ths late afternoon. They ought to keeI we'll that long. She leaves for the north next day"
 Of course you can have them," sai6 Elnora. we will quit long enough be fore supper to gather great bunch They can be packed so they will carry all right. They should be perfectly fresh, especially if we gather them this evening and let them drink all night"
 Then they went back to hunt Cato calae. It was a long and a happy search. AmmOn came to Elnora al dusk daintily holding one by the body its dark wings showing and its long slender legs trying to clasp his fingers and creep from his hold.
 Elnora studied the black wings in tently. 'I surely believe that's Sap pho," she marveled. "The Bird Wo man will be overjoyed."
 ''We must get the cyanide jar quick ly," said Ammon. 'I wouldn't lose hel for $1OO. Such chase as she led mer
 Elnora got the jar and began gather ing up paraphernalia.
 ''When you make a find like that, she said, tits the right time to qui and feel glorious all the rest of that day. l tell you I'm proud. We vii go now. We have barely time to carry out our plans before supper. Won't mother be pleased to see that we have a rare one?
 ''I'd like to see anyone more pleased than I amr' said Philip Ammon. q feel as if I'd earned my supper to night. Let's go."
 He took the greater part of the load snd stepped aside for Elnora to pre- cede him. She went down the path broken by the grazing cattle, toward the cabin and nearest the violet patel she stopped, laid down her net, ant the things she carried. Ammon passed her and hurrfed forward.
 Aren't you going to- began Ell nora.
 'I'm going to get this moth home il a hurry,'' he said. "This cyanide hal lost it's strength, and it's not workin, well. We need some fresh in the jar
 He had forgotten the violets. El nora stood looking after him. curi