The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-25

we are close to the old case," said Pete. "I think can get into it. May be we could slip the rest in there."
 That's fine ideaw said Mrs. Com stock. ''TheyIl have so much room there they won't be likely to hurt them selves, and the books say they don't fly in daytime unless they are dis turbed, so they will settle when it's light, and can come with Elnora to get them.''
 They captured two more, and then Pete carried them to the case.
 "Here comes big oneY' he cried as he returned.
 Mrs. Comstock looked up and stepped out with a prayer on her lips. She could not tell the color at that distance, but the moth appeared different from the others. On it came, dropping lower and darting from light to light. As it swept near her, "Oh, heavenly Father 2 exulted Mrs. Comstock, tits yellow! Careful! Pete, your hat, maybe!''
 Pete made long sweep. The moth wavered above the hat and sailed away. In it's flight it came straight to- ward Mrs. Comstock She snatched off the remnant of apron she had tucked into her pettcoat band and held the calico before her. The moth struck full against it and clung to the goods. Pete crept up stealthily. Another moth followed the first, and the spray show cred the apron.
 "Waitr' gasped Mrs. Comstock. "l think they have settled. The books say they won't leave now"
 Now, shall IF" questioned Pete. "No. Leave them alone They are safe now. They are mine. They are my salvation. God and the Limberlost gave them to me! They won't move for hours. The books all say so. Oh Heavenly Father, am thankful to you, and you, too, Pete COrson! You are a good man to help ne. Now, can go home and face my girl"
 Elnora had sat- by the window far into the night. At last she undressed and went to bed, but sleep would not come. She had gone to the city to talk with members of the school board about room in the grades. There was possibility that she might secure the moth and so be able to start to college that fall, but if she did not then she wanted the school. She had been given some encouragement, but she was so unhappy that nothing mat. tered. Yet Margaret SintOn had ad. vised her to go home and try once more. Unable to sleep she arose at last, and the room being warm, she sat on the floor by the window. The lights in the swamp caught her eye. She was very uneasy, for quite 100 of. her best moths were in the case.
 She hurried down the stairway softly calling her mother, There was no answer. She lightly stepped across the sitting room and looked in at the open door. There was no one, and the bed had not been used. Her first thought was that her mother had gone to the pool, and the Limberlost was alive with signals. Pity and fear mingled in the heart of the girl. She opened the kitchen door, crossed the garden and ran back to the swamp. As she neared it she listened, but she could hear only the usual voices of night.
 "Motherr' she called softly, then louder, "Motherw She returned home. The time was dreadfully long before she heard her mothers voice.
 Mrs. Comstock entered, dragging her heavy feet. In one hand she held the lan- tern, and in the other, stif1y extended before her, on a wad of calico. reposed a magnificent pair of yellow Emperors.
 Shall put these others in the kitch- en?" inquired mans voice.
 The girl shrank back to the shadows.
 ''Yes, anywhere inside the door," re piled Mrs. Comstock as she moved a few steps to make way for him. Pete's head appeared. He set down the moths and was gone.
 ''Tbank you, Pete, more than ever woman thanked you before," said Mrs. Comstock
 She placed the lantern on the table and barred the door. As she turned Elnora came into view. Mrs. Comstock leaned toward her and held out the moths. In voice vibrant with tones never before heard she said, "Elnora, my girl, mothers found you another moth"
 Elnora awoke at dawn and lay gaz- ing around the unfamiliar room She noticed that every vestige of masculine attire and belongings was gone and knew without any explanation what that meant. For some reason every tangible evidence of her father was lowed to take his place. She turned to look at her mother. Mrs. Comstock' s face was white and haggard, but on it