The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1912-11-02
[CoNTINUED.1
Copyright. 1900. by Doubleday, Page
& Co.

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make that do. You must sat out Of
here lively. Your lights will be taken
for hurry calls, and inside the next
hour couple Of men will ride here
like fury"
"Well, I'll see them make mo co.
said Mrs. Comstock. ave got Roberts
revolver in my dress and I can shoot
as straight as any man If I'm mad
enough. Any one that interferes with
me tonight will find me mad a-plenty.
There goes another!''
I'VE are close to the old case" said
Pete. II think can get into it. May
be we could slip the rest in there"
That's 4 fine ideal" said Mrs. Com
stock. '"They'll have 50 much room
there they won't be likely to hurt them
selves, and the books say they don't
fly in daytime unless they are dis
turbed, so they will settle when it's
light, and can come with Elnora to
get them"
They captured two more, and then
Pete carried them to the case.
Here comes a big onev' he cried as
he returned.
Mrs. Comstock looked up and stepped
out with a prayer on her lips. Size
could not tell the color at that distance,
but the moth appeared different from
the others. On it came, dropping lower
and darling from light to light. As it
swept near her, "Oh, heavenly Father"
exulted Mrs. Comstock, "lt's yellow!
Careful! Pete, your hat, maybe"
Pete made long sweep. The moth
wavered above the hat and sail I'd
away. In its flight it came straight J.
ward Mrs. Comstock. She snatched OF
the remnant of apron she had tucked
into her petticoat band and held the
calico before her. The moth struck full
against it and chung to the goods. Pete
crept up stealthily. Another moth
followed the first, and the spray show
cred the apron.
"Wait!" gasped Mrs. Comstock. II
think they have settled. The books say
they won't leave now"
Nov, shall I?'' questioned Pete.
mo. Leave them alone. They are
safe now. They are mine. They arc
my salvation. God and the Limberlost
gave them to me! They won't move
for hours. The books all say so. Oh,
Heavenly Father, am thankful to
you, and you, too, Pete Corson! You
are a good man to help me. Now, I
can go home and face my girl"
no INV %h1 ,i,o%~ -
into the night. At. last she undressed
and went to bed, but sleep would not
come. She had gone to tho city to
talk with members of the school board
about room in the grades. There
was possibility that she might secure
the moth and so be able to start to
college that fall, but If she did not,
then she wanted the school. She had
been given some encouragement, but
she was 80 unhappy that nothing mat
tered. Yet Margaret S1nton had ad-
;vised her to go home and try once
more. Unable to sleep she arose at
last, and the room being warm, she
sat on the floor by the window. The
lights in the swamp caught her eye.
She was very uneasy, for quite 100
OF her best moths were In the case.
She hurried down the stairway softly
calling her mother. There was no
answer. She lightly stepped across the
sitting room and looked in at the open
door. There was no one, and the bed
had not been used. Her first thought
was that her mother had gone to tho
pool, and the Limberlost was alive
with signals. Pity and fear mingled
In the heart Of the girl. She opened
the kitchen door, crossed the garden
and ran back to the swamp. As she
neared it she listened, but she could
hear only the usual voices Of night.
Mother" she called softly, then
louder, "Motherw She returned home.
The time was dreadfully long before
she heard her mothers voice.
Mrs. Comstock entered, dragging her
heavyfeet. In one hand she held the Ian.
tern, and in the other, stifly extended
before her, on a wad of calico, reposed
a magnificent pair Of yellow Emperors.
"Shall put these others in the kitch.
Gil! u4uAIcu u udu VOICE.
The girl shrank back to the shadows,
Eyes, anywhere inside the door," 70.
piled Mrs. Comstock as she moved 4
few steps to make way for him. Pete'a
head appeared. He set down the
moths and was gone.
THANK you, Pete, more than ever
woman thanked you before" said Mrs
Comstock.
She placed the lantern on the table
and barred the door. AS she turned
Elnora came into view. Mrs. Comstoch
leaned toward her and held out the
moths. In a voice vibrant with tones
never before heard she said, "Elnora
my girl, mothers found you another
moth"
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Elnora awoke at dawn and lay gag
Ing around the unfamiliar room. She
noticed that every vestigs of masculine
attire and belongings was gone and
knew without any explanation what