The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1912-04-11

book for all the world to see and know.
We Limberlost people must not be self
ish with the wonders God has given to
us. I will pay good prices for all the
moths you can find, because. you see,
I exchange them with foreign collec-
tors. The banker will buy stone axes,
arrow points and Indian pipes. There
was q teacher from the city grade
schools here today for specimens
There is a fund to supply the ward
buildings. I'll help you get in touch
with that. They want leaves of DIFF
ferent trees, flowers, grasses, moths,
insects, birds nests and anything
about Birds
Elnora's eyes were blazing. "Had I
best go back to school or open a bank
account and begin being a millionaire Z
Uncle Wesley and l have a bushel of
arrow points gathered, stack of axes.
pipes, skin dressing tools. tubes and
mortars. don't know how I ever will
wait three hours
"You must go, or you will be late -
said the Bird Woman. 81 will be ready
at A.
After school closed Elnora, seated by
the Bird Woman, drove to Freckles'
old room IN the Limberlost. One at a
time the beautiful big moths were TAX
en- from the interior of the old black
case. Not a fourth Of them could be
moved that night, and it was almost
dark when the last box was closed. the
list figured and into Elnora's trembling
fingers were paid $5916. Elnora clasp
ed the money closely.
"Oh, you beautiful stuffv' she cried.
"You arc going to buy the books. pay
the tuition and take me to high SCHOOL,
Then because she was a woman she
sat on log and looked at her shoes
Long after the Bird Woman drove
away Elnora remained. She had her
problem. and it was big one. If she
told hI: mother would she take the
money to pay the taxes? If she did
not tell her how could she account for
the books and things for which she
would spend it? At last she counted
out what she needed for the next day,
placed the rest in the farthest corner
of the case and locked the door. She
then filed the front Of her skirt from
a heap Of arrow points beneath the
case and started home.
With the first streak Of red above the
Limberlost Margaret Sinton was busy
with the gingham and the intricate pa
per pattern she had purchased. Wesley
cooked the breakfast and worked until
he thought Elnora would be gone. then
he started to bring her mother.
"Now you be mighty careful" eau
toned Margaret. II don't know how
she will take it,
81 don't either" said Wesley philoso-
phically, "but she's got to take it some
way. That dress has to be finished by
school time in the morning."
Wesley had not slept well that night.
BY the time he reached the front gate
and started down the walk between
the rows of asters and lady slippers he
was perspiring, and every plausible
and convincing speech had fed his
brain. Mrs. Comstock helped him.
She met him at the door.
Good morning." she said. "Did Mar
garet send you for something's
"Yes," said Wesley. "She sent me
for you. She's got job that's too big
for her, and she wants you to help"
''Of course l. WILL" said Mrs. Com
stock. It was no ones affair how lone
~ the previous day had been, or how
the endless hours of the present would
drag. what is she doing in such a
rush?'
Now was his chance.
"She's making a dress for Elnora,"
answered Wesley. He saw Mrs. Com
stocks form straighten, and her face
harden. so he continued hastily. "You
see Elnora has been helping US at
harvest time, butchering, and with un-
expected visitors for years. We've
made out that she's saved us a con-
siderable sum, and as she wouldn't ever
touch any pay for anything we just
went to town and got a few clothes
we thought would fix her up little
for the high school. We want to get
a dress done today mighty bad, but
Margaret is slow about sewing, and
she never can finish alone, so came
for you"
"And it's such simple little matter,
so dead easy; and all so between old
friends like, that you can't look above
your boots while you explain it." sheer
ed Mrs. Comstock. wesley Sinton.
what put the idea into your head that
Elnora would take things bought with
money when she wouldn't take the
money!
Then Sinton's eyes came up straight
~.
Finding her on the trail last NIGHT
sobbing as hard as ever saw any one
at funeral. She wasn't complaining