The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-26

She is interested in having a beautiful home, fine appointments about her, in being petted, praised and the acknowl- edged leader of society. She likes to find new things which amuse her and to always and in all circumstances have her own way about everything"
 Good graciousr cried ElnOra, star ing at him. But what does she do? How does she spend her time?"
 "Spend her timew repeated Ammon. ''Wel1, she would call that joke. Her days are never long enough. There is endless shopping to find the pretty things, regular visits to the dressmak- CTS, calls, parties, theaters, entertain ments. She is always rushed. I never get to see half as much of her as would like"
 "But mean work" persisted Elnora. ''In what is she interested that is use- full to the world?'
 ''Me" cried Ammon promptly.
 "I can understand that" laughed El- nora. What 1 can't understand is how you can be in''- She stopped short in confusion, but she saw that he had finished the sentence as she had intended. T beg your pardon" she cried. 'T didn't mean to say that. But cannot understand these people l hear about who live only for their own amusement. Perhaps 1t is very great I'll never have a chance to know. To me it seems the only pleasure in this world worth having is the joy we get out of living for those we love and those we can help. hope you are not angry with me-"
 Ammon sat silently looking far away, with deep thought in his eyes.
 "You are angry" faltered Elnora.
 His look came back to her as she knelt before him among the flowers and he gazed at her steadily.
 "No doubt should be-" he said, "but the fact is 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.
 'T would have to be well acquainted with her. to know, but I should hope so. To make a real home for tired business man is a very different kind of work from that required to be a leader of society. It denfands different talent and education. Of course, she means to change, or she would not have promised to make home for you. l 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 heard her mention, until Tom Levering came on deck; now he is the leading subject"
 'Ts Edith Carr a college girlY'
 ''No. 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. Xvi dently he was thinking of something else But the moth bait recalled him, and he was ready for work as they
 
 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 svc xr,ikI, ox,o y,{Ho hnvoc oy1d lonkoyna
 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 in ishing breakfast the next morning when they heard a cheery whistle down the road. Elnora with surprised eyes looked at her mother.
 It was Just sunrise, but the musi- clan was Philip Ammon. He looked stronger than yesterday.
 "I hope am not too early," he said. "I am consumed with anxiety to learn if we have made a catch"
 We will have to wander along the roads and around the edge of the Linn berlost today" said Elnora. "Mother is making strawberry preserves, m, she can't come until she finishes. Sup Eose we go down to the swamp, an( I'll show you what is left of the fowel
 room that Terrence O'More, the bil lumberman of Great Rapids, mad when he was homeless boy here. HI was called Freckles. Of course, yo' have heard the storyw
 "Yes, and I've met the O'Mores, whs are frequently in Chicago society" They went down the road to tn, swamp, climbed the snake fence, fol lowed the path to the old trail ant
 then turned south along it. Elnora in
 dicated to ,Ammon the trail with rem nants of sagging barbed wire. Tt was ten years ago." she said. ' | was just little schoolgirl, but wan dered widely even then, and no on
 cared. I saw him often. He had bee, in a city institution all his life, whel he took the job of keeping timber
 thieves out of this swamp, befor' T. TA