The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1912-11-02

was lOtls,eus Y, ...-->. aAu5suusnes. her
face flushed. and she lifted her arms
above her head. working to loosen a
eocoon she had found. The call Mrs.
Comstock had intended to utter never
found voice. Possibly I could get that
for you," suggested the man. =
"Oh. do hope ia CAM answered
Elnora. Its quite a find! It's one Of
those lovely pale red cocoons described
In the books. I suspect It comes from
having been in dark place and
screened from the weather."
us that soy cried the man. wait
4 minute. Are you making a coIlec'
dony'
He reeled in his line, laid his rod
across a bush and climbed the en-
bankment to Elnora's side, produced
knife and began the work Of whiting
deep groove around the cocoon.
Yes. paid my way through the
high school in Onabasha with them.
Now I am starting a collection which
means college,"
"Onabashav' said the man. ''That
IL where am visiting" He paused
to rest, for the bridge flooring was
hard lumber. and the task he had set
himself not easy. "Possibly you know
my people-Dr. .Ammon's7 The doctor
IL my uncle. My home is in Chicago.
I've been having typhoid fever, some
thing fierce. In the hospital six weeks.
Didn't gain strength right, so Uncle
Doc sent for me. l am to live out Of
doors all summer, and exercise until I
get in condition again. Ny name is
Philip Ammon. Don't you want help?"
Elnora parted the question.
"Have you ever hunted moths, Mr..
Ammon?"
Enough to know the ropes in taking
them and to distinguish the common
est ones. I know enough to help you
all right"
. "Aren't you going north?"
AL depends on how this fever leaves
me. Uncle says the nights are too cold
and the days too hot there for me.
he thinks had better stay in an
even temperature until am strong
again. I'll have this cut cut in a min
ute. You better say yes" he persist
ed. 1T would be real kindness. It
would keep me out doors all day and
give an incentive to work. I'm good
at it. I'll show you If I am not in a
week or so. can sugar. manipulate
lights and mirrors and am familiar
with all the expert methods. I'll wager
moths are thick In the old swamp over
there
"They are" said Elnora. Most l
have took there. A few nights ago
my mother caught a. good many, but
We don't dare go alone.''
"Al the more reason why you need
me. Where do you liver I can't get
an answer from you. I'll Just go tell
your mother who I am and ask her If I
may help you"
The cocoon came loose. Philip Am.
mon stepped down the embankment.
turning to offer his hand to Elnora.
They went to Mrs. Comstock.
Mother, this is Mr.. Philip Ammou
Of Chicago" said Elnora. "He has
been Ill.,: and he is staying with DR.
Ammon in Onabasha. he came fish.
ing down the creek and cut this cocoon
from under tho bridge for me. He
feels that 1t would be better to hunt
moths than to fish until he gets we'll
What do you think about it,"
Philip Ammon extended his hand
II am glad to know you," he said.
you may take the handshaking fol
granted" replied Mrs. Comstock. "Dan.
delions have way Of making the fin.
gers sticky, and I like to know a man
before take his hand, anyway. That
Introduction seems mighty comprehen-
sive on your part, but it still leaves M
unclassifed. My name is Comstock."
At last Mrs. Comstock finished the
green's.
"You are three miles from the city
and less than q mile from where we
uve," she said. III you will tell me
what you dare eat, suspect you had
best go home with u.s. and rest until
the cool Of the day before you start
back. Probably some one that you
can ride In with will be passing before
evening"
Philip Ammon was on his feet. Pick
ing up the pail Of greens and his fish
ing rod he stood waiting. Elnora led
the way. Mrs. Comstock motioned
Philip to follow and she walked in the
rear.
Blnora proceeded slowly, chatterins
about everything along the trail. Philip
was interested in all the objects she
pointed out, noticing several things
which escaped her. When Elnora turn
ed toward the g ate Of her home Philip
Ammon stopped, took long look at
the big hewed log cabin, the vines
which clambered over It, the flower
| garden ablaze with beds of bright
bloom interspersed with Strawberries
and tomatoes, the trees Of the forest
rising north and west like green wall
and exclaimed, "How beautifulv'
Philip Ammon was ravenous for the
buttermilk, and when he stretched on
the bench in the arbor the Pickering