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

and he gazed at her steadily.
mo doubt should be-" he said,
"but the fact is / am not. I cannot
understand life purely for personal
pleasure myself. But she Is only
girl, and this is her playtime. When
she is a 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.
Il would have to be well acquainted
with her to know, but should hope
SO. To make real home for tired
business man is very different kind
Of work from that required to be a
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. 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 lowering came on deck; now he
is the leading subject"
us Edith Carr college girl?"
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
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
1shing breakfast the next morning
when they heard CHEEKY 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.
II hope am not too early" he said.
II am consumed with anxiety to learn
It we have made CATCH"
1--WE will have to wander along the
roads and around the edge Of the Linn
berlost today" sdd Elnora. Mother
is making strawberry preserves, and
she can't come until she finishes. Sup
pose we go 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 storyY'
Eyes, and I've met the O'Mores, who
are frequently in Chicago society,""
They went down the road to tho
swamp, climbed the snake fence. fol-
lowed the path to the old trail and
then turned south along It. Elnora H.
dicated to Ammon the trail with rem
nants Of sagging barbed wire.
1T was ten years ago." she said. "
was just little schoolgirl, but I wan
dered widely even then, and no one
cared. l 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 q
strong mans work and he was a frail
boy, but he grew harder as he lived
out Of doors, and he won.
"Some days his face was dreadfully
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 can't
tell you what she was like. I never
saw any one who resembled her. He
stopped near here to show her q birds
nest. Then they went on to sort of
flower room he had made, and he sang
for her. By the time he left had got
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- the
flower room and gave me everything
there. don't dare come alone often,
and so I can't keep it up as he did, but
you can see something Of how It was.''
Elnora led the way and Ammon FOL-
lowed. The outlines Of the room were
not distinct, because many Of the trees
were gone, but Elnora showed how it
had been as nearly as she could.
1.-THE swamp is almost ruined now, =
she said. 1.-THE naples, walnuts and
cherries are all gone. The talking trees
are the only things left worth WHILE"
1.-THE talking treesv I don't under.
stand" commented Ammon. ..5>