Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-07-02

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c6nnee understand thsss psopls I
hear absut who i've only for their own
amusemant Perhaps It 10 very great.
I'll never have . chance to knew. To
me- It seems tn only pleasure In this
sWorld worth having r the Joy ~ get
Font Of living for those We love and
those We can help. hope you are not
angry with M"
Z Ammon rat silently looking Tar away.
With deep thought in his eyes.
"You are angry faltered Elnora.
His look came hack to her a. she
knelt before him among the flowers
and he gazed ut 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
girl. and this IS her playtime When
she 10 4 woman In her own home, then
she will be different, will she mott"
Elnora never resembled her mother
% closely - when she answered that
question.
II would have to be well acquainted
with her to know, but should hope
so. To make q 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.
suspect our dope is cool now. Let's 60
frv fnr soma hnftprf?joS' -
you should hear my sister Polly!'
said Ammon. "This was her last year
In college, Lunches and sororities
were all I heard her mention, until
Tom Levering came on deck; now he
IS the leading subject"
lis Edith Carr college girlf"
.,"No. She Is the very selectest kind
Of private boarding school girl"
AS they went back along the path to-
eether Elnora talked of many things,
but Ammon answered absently. Evt
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 q
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, reprinted the trees and
followed the home trail.
Mrs. Comstock and Elnora were I'm
ishing breakfast the next morning
when they heard a CHEEKY whistle down
the road. Elnora with surprised eyes
looked at her mother. ~
1t. was just sunrise, but the musi-
clan was Philip Ammon. He looked
stronger than yesterday.
s,'T hope am not too early" he satds
Il 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 Lin
berlost today" said Elnora. Mother
Is making strawberry preserves. and
she can't come until she finishes. Sup
pose we 60 down to the swamp. and
I'll show you what Is left of the flower
room that Terrence O'MoFe, the big
Ilumberman Of Great Rapids, made
when he was homeless boy here. lie
was called Freckles. OF course. you
have heard the story J"
Eyes, 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 1t. Elnora In
dicated to Ammon the trail with rem.
nants Of saggng barbed wire
1T WINS ten years ago" she said. Il
was just little schoolgirl. but I wan
dered widely even then. and no one
cared. saw him often. He had been
In city institution all his Me, when
he took the job Of keeping timber
thieves out Of this swamp. before
many trees had been cut. It was
strong mans work and he was frai)
boy, but he grew harder a. he lived
out Of doors, and he won.
Some days his face was dreadfully
sad, some days it was soidetermined 2
little child could see the force in II
and once it was radiant. That day tbs
Swamp Angel was with him. ! can't
tell you what she was like never
saw any one who resembled her. He
stopped near here to show her birds
nest. Then they went on to a sort OF
flower room he had made, and he sung
for her. By the time be left had got.
Ebold enough to come. out on the trail;
and I met the big ecotchman Freckles
lived with. He saw me catching moths
land butterflies, 30 he took me to the
flower room and gave me everything
there. l. don't dare come alone often,
and m 7 cant keen II nm a. he did, but