The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1912-11-09

with deep thought in his eyes.
you are angry" faltered Elnora.
His look came back to her rs she
knelt before him among the flowers
and he gazed at her steadily.
mo doubt l should be-" he said,
''but the fact is l am not. cannot
understand life purely for personal
pleasure myself. But she Is only a
girl, and this is her playtime. When
she is woman in her own home, then
she will be different, will she not?"
Elnora never resembled her mother
so closely as when she answered that
question.
II would have to be we'll acquainted
with her to know, but I should hope
SO. To make a real home for tired
business man is very different kind
of work from that required to be
leader of society. 1t demands different
talent and education. OF course, she
means to change, or she would not have
promised to make home for you.
suspect our dope is cool now Let's go
try for some butterflies
"You should hear my sister Polly!
said Ammon. "This was her last year
in college. Lunches and sororities
were all I heard her mention, until
Tom lowering came on deck; now he
is the leading subject"
us Edith Carr a college grip
mo. She is the very selectest kind
of private boarding school girl''
AS they went back along the path to-
gether Elnora talked Of many things,
but Ammon answered absently. Evil
IDENTIFY he was thinking of something
else. But the moth bait recalled him,
and he was ready for work as. they
made their way back to the woods. He
wanted to try the Limberlost, but FL
nora was firm about keeping on home
ground. She did not tell him that
lights hung in the swamp would be a
signal to call up band of men whose
presence she dreaded. So they set out,
Ammon carrying the dope, Elnora the
net, Billy and Mrs. Comstock follow
ing with cyanide boxes and lanterns.
First they tried for butterflies and
captured several fine ones with little
trouble. They also called swarms of
ants, beetles, bees and flies. When it
grew dusk Mrs. Comstock and Am
mon went to prepare supper. Elnora
and Billy remained until the butter
flies went to bed. Then they lighted
the lanterns, repainted the trees and
followed the home trail.
Mrs. Comstock and Elnora were fin
tshing breakfast the next morning
when they heard CHEEKY whistle down
the road. Elnora with surprised. eyes
looked at her mother
1t was just sunrise, but the musi-
clan was Philip Ammon. He looked
stronger than yesterday.
II hope am not too early" he said.
Il am consumed with anxiety to learn
If we have made a catch.'
1--WE will have to wander along the
roads and around the edge of the Lin.
berlost today" said Elnora. Mother
is making strawberry preserves, and
she can't come until she finishes. Sup
pose we 60 down to the swamp, and
I'll show you what Is left Of the flower
room that Terrence O'More, the big
lumberman of Great Rapids, made
when he was homeless boy here. he
was called Freckles. OF course, you
have heard the story?'
Eyes, and I've met the O'Mores, who
are frequently in Chicago society,""
They went down the road to the
swamp, climbed the snake fence, fol-
lowed the path to the old trail and
then turned south along It. Elnora in.
dicated to Ammon the trail with rem
nants Of sagging barbed wire.
1T was ten years ago." she said. II
was just little schoolgirl, but l wan
dered widely even then, and no one
cared. I saw him often. He had been
in city institution all his life, wher
he took the job of keeping timber
thieves out of this swamp, before
many trees had been cut. It was g
strong mans work and he was frat
boy, but he grew harder as he lived
out Of doors, and he won.
| OOue udyS LIS lace was Ore6QIully
sad, some days it was so determined q
little child could see the force in It
and once it was radiant. That day the
Swamp Angel was with him. I CAM
tell you what she was like. neve,
saw any one who resembled her. HI
stopped near here to show her bird.
nest. Then they went on to a sort Of
flower room he had made, and he SANG
for her. BY the time he left had go
bold enough to come out on the trail
and I met the big Scotchman Freckles
lived with. He saw me catching moths
and butterflies, so he took me to tn,
flower room and gave me everything
there. don't dare come alone often
and 50 can't keep it up as he did, bu
you can see something of how It was
Elnora led the way and Ammon fol
lowed. The outlines Of the room wer,
not distinct, because many Of the tree'
were gone, but Elnora showed how 1
had been as nearly as she could.
1.-THE swamp is almost ruined now
she said. 1.-The naples. walnuts ant