Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1912-11-05
A GIRL
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GENE STRATT0N.P PORTER
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He reeled In his line. laid his rod
across q bush and climbed the EN-
bankment to Elnora's side. produced q
knife and began the work 0f whiting
deep groove around the cocoon.
"Yes. paid my way through the
high school In Onsbasha with them
Now I am starting collection which
means college"
"Onabashn~ said the man. "That
Is where l am visiting" He paused
to rest. for the bridge flooring was
hard lumber. and the task he had set
himself not easy. Possibly you know
ny people-Dr Ammon's7 The doctor
Is my uncle. My home Is In Chicago.
I've been having typhoid fever, some
thing ferce. In the hospital six weeks.
Didn't gain strength right. 40 Uncle
Doc sent for NE. am to live out Of
doors all summer. and exercise until
get In condition again. My name Is
Philip Ammon. Don't you want heipf''
Elnora parried the question.
"Have you ever hunted moths. Mr..
Ammon?"
Enough to know the ropes In taking
them and to distinguish the common
est ones. l know enough to help you
nil right"
Aren't you going north"
"All depends on how this fever leaves
me. Uncle says the nights are too cold
and the days too hot there for me.
He thinks l had better stay in an
even temperature until I am strong
again. Ill have this cut out In q min
ute You better say yes he persist
ed. 1T would be real kindness. 1t
would keep me out doors all day and
give an incentive to work. I'm good
at It. I'll show you If am not In a
week or so. can sugar. manipulate
lights and mirrors and am familiar
with all the expert methods. I'll wager
moths are thick In the old swamp over
there"
They are" said Elnora. "Most l
hare took there. A few nights ago
my mother caught good many. but
we dent dare go alone"
"All the mere reason why you need
NE. Where do you live? can't get
an answer from you. I'll Just go tell
your mother who am and ask her II I
may help you"
The cocoon came loose. Philip Am
mon stepped down the embankment'
turning to offer his hand to Elnora.
They went to Mrs. Comstock.
Mother. this Is Mr.. Philip Ammon
of Chicago" said Elnora. HE has
heen Ill. and he is staying with DR..
Ammon in Onabasha. He came fish
Ing down the creek and cut this cocoon
from under the bridge for me. He
feels that 1t would be better to hunt
moths than to fish until he gets well.
What do you think about it7"
Philip Ammon extended his hand
81 am glad to know you," he said.
"You may take the handshaking for
granted" replied Mrs. Comstock. Dan
delions have a way Of making the fn-
gers sticky. and like to know a man
before | take bis hand, anyway. That
introduction seems mighty comprehen-
siye Oh Your part. but it still leaves Inc
unclassi6ed. My name Is Comstock.
At last Mrs. Comstock finished the
green's.
"You are three miles from the city
and less than q mile from where we
live" she said. IF you will tell me
what you dare eat. suspect you had
best 20 home with US and rest until
The cool of the day before you start
back. Probably some one that you
can ride ii with will be passing before
evening"
Philip Ammon was on his feet. Pick
Ing up the pail Of green's and his fish-
ing rod he stood waiting. Elnora LED
the way. Mrs. Comstock motioned
Philip to follow and she walked In the
rear.
Einora proceeded slowly. chattering
about everything along the trail Philip
was interested In all the objects she
pointed out, noticing several things
which escaped her. When Elnora turn
ed toward the gate Of her home Philip
Ammon stopped. took long look at
the biz hewed log cabin, the vines
which clambered over It, the lower
garden ablaze with beds OF bright
bloom interspersed with Strawberries
and tomatoes, the trees Of the forest
rising north and west like green wall
and exclaimed, "How beaudfulr
Philip Ammon was ravenous for the
buttermilk, and when he stretched on
the bench In the arbor the Pickering
patches Of sunlight 80 tantalized his
tired eyes, while the bees made such
splendid music. be was soon SOUND
asleep.
When Elnora and her mother came
out with a table they stood a short
time looking at him. It is probable
Mrs. Comstock voiced united
thought when she said, "What q re-
fined, decent looking young mani
How proud his mother must be OF
him! We must be careful what we
let him eat
They returned to the kitchen where
Mrs. Comstock proceeded to be care
full. She broiled ham Of her own sugar
curing. creamed potatoes. served as
paragus on toast and made q dandelion
salad and a delicious strawberry short
cake. When everything was ready she
touched Ammon's sleeve.
BEST have something to eat, LAD.
before you get too hungry" she SAID.
"Pleas,. hurryr' he begged laughing
ly as he held plate toward her to be
tille;l. "It's mighty kind Of you to take
me In. I hope I will be man enough
In a few days to do something worth
while In return"
They talked Of flowers, moths, drag
ON files, Indian relics and all the nat
ural wonders the swamp AFFORDED.
straying from those subjects to books
and school work. When they cleared
the table Ammon assisted. carrying
several tray loads to the kitchen. he
and Elnora mounted specimens, while
Mrs. Con,stock washed the dishes.
Then she came out with rune she
was embroidering. At last Ammon
said he must 20 Or his friends would
become anxious about him.