The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-25

He reeled in his line, laid his rod across a bush and climbed the en- bnnkment to Elnora's side, produced a knife and began the work of whittling
 a deep groove around the cocoon. "Yes. I paid my way through the
 high school in Onabasha with them.
 Now I am starting collection which
 means college"
 "Onabashav' said the man. "That is where I 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
 my people-Dr Ammon's? The doctor is my uncle. My home is fin Chicago.
 I've been having typhoid fever, some
 thing fierce. In the hospital six weeks. Didn't gain strength right, so Uncle Doc sent for me. I am to live out of doors all summer, and exercise until l get in condition again. My name is Philip Ammon. Don't you want helpT' Elnora parried the question. "Have you ever hunted moths, MT. Ammon?"
 Enough to know the ropes in taking them and to distinguish the common est ones. know enough to help you all right"
 Aren't you going north?"
 "An depends on how this fever leaves
 me. Uncle says the nights are too cold
 and the days too hot there for me. He thinks I had better stay in an even temperature until I am strong
 again. I'll have this cut out in min
 ute. You better say 'yes,'" he persist ed "It would be real kindness. 1t would keep me out doors all day and give an incentive to work. Pm good
 at it. I'll show you if am not in week or so. | can sugar. manipulate lights and mirrors and am familiar l with all the expert methods. I'll wager l moths are thick in the old swamp over there.'' M
 .'They are," said Elnora. ''Most l. have I took there. A few nights ago my mother caught a good many, but we don't dare go alone" "All the more reason why you need
 me. Where do you live? I can't get
 an answer from you. I'll just go tell l your mother who am and ask her 1T 1 may help you"
 The cocoon came loose. Philip Am mon stepped down the embankment, i turning to offer his hand to Elnora. | They went to Mrs. Comstock. "Mother, this is MT. Philip Ammon of Chicago" said Elnora. "He has
 been ill, and he is staying with Dr. | Ammon in Onabasha. He came fish | ing down the creek and cut this cocoon 1 from under the bridge for me. He l feels that it would be better to hunt moths than to fish until he gets well. | What do you think about it?" Philip Ammon extended his hand. 'T 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 fin gers sticky, and like to know man | before I take his hand, anyway. That introduction seems mighty comprehen- | sive on your part, but it still leaves me | unclassifed. My name is Comstock."
 At last Mrs. Comstock finished the greens.
 1 "You are three miles from the city ] and less than a mile from where we live" she said. elf you will tell me l what you dare eat, suspect you had best go home with us and rest until the cool of the day before you start back. Probably some one that you l can ride in with will be passing before | evening"
 Philip Ammon was on his feet. Pick ing up the pail of greens and his fish | ing rod he stood waiting. Elnora led l the way. Mrs. Comstock motiOned Philip to follow and she walked in the rear.
 Gro Be Continued.)