Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1912-11-05

In being Just little handS0mef AM
better dressed than any girl Of her set
She L. interested In having beautiful
home, fine appointments about her, II
being petted, praised and the acknowl
edged leader Of society. She likes d
Hnd new things which amuse her ant
to always and In all circumstances
have her own way about everything"
"Good graciousw cried Elnora. star
ing at him. "But what does she do
How does she spend her timer
"Spend her timer repeated Ammon
"Well. she would call that joke. he
days are never long enough. There Il
endless shopping to find the prett,
things. regular visits to the dressmak
ers, calls, parties, theaters, entertain
ments. She is always rushed. I neve'
get to see half as much Of her as
would like"
"But mean work." persisted Elnora
I'm what is she interested that Is use
full to the worldr'
"Mew cried Ammon promptly.
II can understand that" laughed FL
nora. what I can't understand Ii
how you can be in"- She stopped
short in confusion, but she saw that be
had finished the sentence as she had
intended II beg your pardon" she
cried. IT didn't mean to say that But
I cannot understand these people
hear about who live only for their OWL
amusement. Perhaps 1t is very great
I'll never have chance to know. Tc
me It seems the only pleasure in this
world worth having is the Joy we gel
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.
mo doubt I should be-" he said,
"but the fact is l am not. I canpot
understand life purely for personal
pleasure myself. But she is only a
girl, and this is her playtime. When
she is a woman in her own home, then
she will be different, will she notr
Elnora never resembled her mother
80 closely as when she answered that
question.
II would have to be well acquainted
with her to know, but should hope
30. To make a real home for tired
business man is a very different kind
of work from that required to be q
leader Of society. It demands different
| talent and education. OF course, she
means to change, or she would not have
promised to make a home for you. l
suspect our dope Is cool now. Let's 60
try for some butterflies"
"You should hear my sister PollyT'
| said Ammon. "This was her last year
In college. Lunches and sororides
we're all ! heard her mention, until
Tom Levering came on deck; now he
Is the leading subject"
'Is Edith Carr college girlT
mo. She is the very selectest kind
| of a private boarding school girl"
As they went back along the path to-
| gether Elnora talked Of many things,
but Ammon answered absently. Evi-
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 Ell
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 swarns OF
ants, beetles, bees and flies. When 1t
grew dusk Mrs. Comstock and Am
mon went to prepare supper. Elnora
and Billy remained until the butter
dies went to bed. Then they lighted
the lanterns, repainted the trees and
followed the home trail.
Mrs. Comstock and Elnora were I'm
ishing 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 must-
clan was Philip Ammon. he looked
stronger than yesterday.
II hope am not too early" he said.
II am consumed with anxiety to learn
II we have made CATCH"
1--WE will have to wander along the
roads and around the edge Of the Linn
berlost today" said Elnora. "Mother
Is making strawberrp preserves. and
she can't come until she finishes. Sup
pose we go down to the swamp. anc
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 story7"
"Yes, 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
dicstad To Ammop the trail with rem
nants of sagging barbed wire.
"It was ten years ago." she said. Il
was lust a little schoolgirl, but wan
dered widely even then, and no one
cared. saw him often. He had been
In a city institution all his life, when
he took the Job Of keeping timber
thieves out of this swamp. before
many trees had been cut 1t 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 dreadfuiiy
sad, some days It was so determined O
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. BE
stopped near here to show her bros
nest. Then they went on to sort OF
flower room he had made, and he sang
for her. BY the time he left I had got
bold enough to come out on the trail,
and met the big Scotchman Freckles
lived with. He saw me catching moths
| .nA b,,ttorfIiea an he took me to the