The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-04-26

from there into the woods.
 CHAPTER XIX. Wherein Philip Ammon Is Shown Linn.
 berIost violets. MMON looked at the girl in IA wonder. In face and form she HI was as lovely as any one of her e age and type he had ever seen. Her school work far surpassed that of most girls of her age he knew. She differed in other ways. This vast store of learning she had gathered from field and forest was a wealth of at- traction no other girl possessed. Her frank, matter of fact manner was an inheritance from her mother, but there was something more. Once, as they talked he thought sympathy" was the word to describe it and again ''com- prehension." She seemed to possess a large sense of brotherhood for all hu- man and animate creatures. She might as well have been a boy, so lacking was she in any touch of feminine coQuetry toward him. He studied her wonder ingly. As they went along the path they reached large slime covered pool sur rounded by decaying stumps and logs thickly covered with water hyacinths and blue flags. Ammon stopped.
 "Is that the placer he asked.
 ElnOra assented.
 "The doctor told youT
 'Yes. It was tragic. Is that pool real ly bottomless"
 "So far as we ever have been able to discover"
 And you were born here?"
 He had not intended to voice that thought.
 "Yes," she said looking into his eyes. "Just in time to prevent my mother from saving the life of my father. She came near never forgiving me. A little farther along is my violet bed. i want you to see it.'
 She led him into a swampy half open space in the woods, stopped and step ped aside. Amnon uttered a cry of surprised delight. A few decaying logs were scattered around. the grass grew in tufts long and fine. Blue flags way ed, clusters of cowslips nodded gold heads, but the whole earth was purple with thick blanket of violets nodding from stems a foot in length. Elnora knelt and slipping her fingers through the leaves and grasses to the roots, gathered a few violets and gave them to Philip.
 "Can your city greenhouses surpass themY' she asked.
 Ammon sat on a log to examine the blooms.
 'They are stperbr' he said. '1 never saw such length of stem or such rank leaves, while the flowers are the deep est blue. the truest violet I ever saw growing wild. They are colored exact ly like the eyes of the girl am going to marry"
 Elnora handed him several others to add to those he held.
 "She must have wonderful eyes," she commented.
 'No other blue eyes are quite so beautiful" he said. "In fact, she is altogether lovely"
 Tt is customary for man to think the girl he is going to marry lovely. l wonder if I should find her so.''
 "You would," said Ammon 'eNo one ever fails to. She is tall as you, very slender, but perfectly rounded; you know about her eyes; her hair is black and wavy, while her complexion is clear and flushed with red"
 Elnora knelt among the flowers as she looked at him.
 Why, she must be the most beauti. ful girl in the whole world,'' she cried.
 Ammon laughed.
 ''No, indeed" he said. "She is not a particle better looking in her way than you are in yours She is a type of dark beauty, but you are just as per. feet. She is unusual in her combina. tion of black hair and violet eyes, al though every one thinks them black at q little distance. You are quite as un- usual with your fair face, black brows and brown hair. Indeed, know many people who would prefer your bright head to her dark one. It's all ques- tion of taste-and being engaged to the girl, ,".he added.
 Edith has birthday soon. If these last will you let me have box of them