A Girl of the Limberlost (Romance Classic). Stratton-Porter Gene

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      “Don't you stand on formality with the neighbours,” laughed Sinton. “Look in your box if you want to!”

      Elnora slipped the strap and turned back the lid.

      This disclosed the knife, fork, napkin, and spoon, the milk flask, and the interior packed with dainty sandwiches wrapped in tissue paper, and the little compartments for meat, salad, and the custard cup.

      “Oh mother!” cried Elnora. “Oh mother, isn't it fine? What made you think of it, Uncle Wesley? How will I ever thank you? No one will have a finer lunch box than I. Oh I do thank you! That's the nicest gift I ever had. How I love Christmas in September!”

      “It's a mighty handy thing,” assented Mrs. Comstock, taking in every detail with sharp eyes. “I guess you are glad now you went and helped Mag and Wesley when you could, Elnora?”

      “Deedy, yes,” laughed Elnora, “and I'm going again first time they have a big day if I stay from school to do it.”

      “You'll do no such thing!” said the delighted Sinton. “Come now, if you're going!”

      “If I ride, can you spare me time to run into the swamp to my box a minute?” asked Elnora.

      The light she had seen the previous night troubled her.

      “Sure,” said Wesley largely. So they drove away and left a white-faced woman watching them from the door, her heart a little sorer than usual.

      “I'd give a pretty to hear what he'll say to her!” she commented bitterly. “Always sticking in, always doing things I can't ever afford. Where on earth did he get that thing and what did it cost?”

      Then she entered the cabin and began the day's work, but mingled with the brooding bitterness of her soul was the vision of a sweet young face, glad with a gladness never before seen on it, and over and over she repeated: “I wonder what he'll say to her!”

      What he said was that she looked as fresh and sweet as a posy, and to be careful not to step in the mud or scratch her shoes when she went to the case.

      Elnora found her key and opened the door. Not where she had placed it, but conspicuously in front lay her little heap of bills, and a crude scrawl of writing beside it. Elnora picked up the note in astonishment.

      DERE ELNORY,

      the lord amighty is hiding you all right done you ever dout it this money of yourn was took for some time las nite but it is returned with intres for god sake done ever come to the swamp at nite or late evnin or mornin or far in any time sompin worse an you know could git you

      A FREND.

      Elnora began to tremble. She hastily glanced around. The damp earth before the case had been trodden by large, roughly shod feet. She caught up the money and the note, thrust them into her guimpe, locked the case, and ran to the road.

      She was so breathless and her face so white Sinton noticed it.

      “What in the world's the matter, Elnora?” he asked.

      “I am half afraid!” she panted.

      “Tut, tut, child!” said Wesley Sinton. “Nothing in the world to be afraid of. What happened?”

      “Uncle Wesley,” said Elnora, “I had more money than I brought home last night, and I put it in my case. Some one has been there. The ground is all trampled, and they left this note.”

      “And took your money, I'll wager,” said Sinton angrily.

      “No,” answered Elnora. “Read the note, and oh Uncle Wesley, tell me what it means!”

      Sinton's face was a study. “I don't know what it means,” he said. “Only one thing is clear. It means some beast who doesn't really want to harm you has got his eye on you, and he is telling you plain as he can, not to give him a chance. You got to keep along the roads, in the open, and not let the biggest moth that ever flew toll you out of hearing of us, or your mother. It means that, plain and distinct.”

      “Just when I can sell them! Just when everything is so lovely on account of them! I can't! I can't stay away from the swamp. The Limberlost is going to buy the books, the clothes, pay the tuition, and even start a college fund. I just can't!”

      “You've got to,” said Sinton. “This is plain enough. You go far in the swamp at your own risk, even in daytime.”

      “Uncle Wesley,” said the girl, “last night before I went to bed, I was so happy I tried to pray, and I thanked God for hiding me 'under the shadow of His wing.' But how in the world could any one know it?”

      Wesley Sinton's heart leaped in his breast. His face was whiter than the girl's now.

      “Were you praying out loud, honey?” he almost whispered.

      “I might have said words,” answered Elnora. “I know I do sometimes. I've never had any one to talk with, and I've played with and talked to myself all my life. You've caught me at it often, but it always makes mother angry when she does. She says it's silly. I forget and do it, when I'm alone. But Uncle Wesley, if I said anything last night, you know it was the merest whisper, because I'd have been so afraid of waking mother. Don't you see? I sat up late, and studied two lessons.”

      Sinton was steadying himself “I'll stop and examine the case as I come back,” he said. “Maybe I can find some clue. That other—that was just accidental. It's a common expression. All the preachers use it. If I tried to pray, that would be the very first thing I'd say.”

      The colour returned to Elnora's face.

      “Did you tell your mother about this money, Elnora?” he asked.

      “No, I didn't,” said Elnora. “It's dreadful not to, but I was afraid. You see they are clearing the swamp so fast. Every year it grows more difficult to find things, and Indian stuff becomes scarcer. I want to graduate, and that's four years unless I can double on the course. That means twenty dollars tuition each year, and new books, and clothes. There won't ever be so much at one time again, that I know. I just got to hang to my money. I was afraid to tell her, for fear she would want it for taxes, and she really must sell a tree or some cattle for that, mustn't she, Uncle Wesley?”

      “On your life, she must!” said Wesley. “You put your little wad in the bank all safe, and never mention it to a living soul. It doesn't seem right, but your case is peculiar. Every word you say is a true word. Each year you will find less in the swamp, and things everywhere will be scarcer. If you ever get a few dollars ahead, that can start your college fund. You know you are going to college, Elnora!”

      “Of course I am,” said Elnora. “I settled that as soon as I knew what a college was. I will put all my money in the bank, except what I owe you. I'll pay that now.”

      “If your arrows are heavy,” said Wesley, “I'll drive on to Onabasha with you.”

      “But they are not. Half of them were nicked, and this little box held all the good ones. It's so surprising how many are spoiled when you wash them.”

      “What does he pay?”

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