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said　Mrs。　Comstock。　　〃I　wouldn't　touch　you；　any　more

than　I　would　him；　if　I　could。　　Once　is　all　any　man　or

woman　deceives　me　about　the　holiest　things　of　life。　

I　wouldn't　touch　you　any　more　than　I　would　the

black　plague。　　I　am　going　back　to　my　girl。〃



Mrs。　Comstock　turned　and　started　swiftly　through　the　woods；

but　she　had　gone　only　a　few　rods　when　she　stopped；　and

leaning　on　the　hoe；　she　stood　thinking　deeply。　　Then　she

turned　back。　　Elvira　still　clung　to　the　fence；　sobbing　bitterly。



〃I　don't　know；〃　said　Mrs。　Comstock；　〃but　I　left　a

wrong　impression　with　you。　　I　don't　want　you　to　think

that　I　believe　the　Almighty　set　a　cancer　to　burning　you　as

a　punishment　for　your　sins。　　I　don't！　　I　think　a　lot

more　of　the　Almighty。　　With　a　whole　sky…full　of　worlds　on

His　hands　to　manage；　I'm　not　believing　that　He　has　time

to　look　down　on　ours；　and　pick　you　out　of　all　the　millions

of　us　sinners；　and　set　a　special　kind　of　torture　to　eating　you。　

It　wouldn't　be　a　gentlemanly　thing　to　do；　and　first

of　all；　the　Almighty　is　bound　to　be　a　gentleman。　　I　think

likely　a　bruise　and　bad　blood　is　what　caused　your　trouble。　

Anyway；　I've　got　to　tell　you　that　the　cleanest　housekeeper

I　ever　knew；　and　one　of　the　noblest　Christian　women；　was

slowly　eaten　up　by　a　cancer。　　She　got　hers　from　the　careless

work　of　a　poor　doctor。　　The　Almighty　is　to　forgive　sin

and　heal　disease；　not　to　invent　and　spread　it。〃



She　had　gone　only　a　few　steps　when　she　again　turned　back。



〃If　you　will　gather　a　lot　of　red　clover　bloom；　make　a　tea

strong　as　lye　of　it；　and　drink　quarts；　I　think　likely　it　will

help　you；　if　you　are　not　too　far　gone。　　Anyway；　it　will　cool

your　blood　and　make　the　burning　easier　to　bear。〃



Then　she　swiftly　went　home。　　Enter　the　lonely　cabin

she　could　not；　neither　could　she　sit　outside　and　think。　

She　attacked　a　bed　of　beets　and　hoed　until　the　perspiration

ran　from　her　face　and　body；　then　she　began　on　the　potatoes。　

When　she　was　too　tired　to　take　another　stroke　she

bathed　and　put　on　dry　clothing。　　In　securing　her　dress　she

noticed　her　husband's　carefully　preserved　clothing　lining

one　wall。　　She　gathered　it　in　an　armload　and　carried　it　to

the　swamp。　　Piece　by　piece　she　pitched　into　the　green

maw　of　the　quagmire　all　those　articles　she　had　dusted

carefully　and　fought　moths　from　for　years；　and　stood

watching　as　it　slowly　sucked　them　down。　　She　went　back

to　her　room　and　gathered　every　scrap　that　had　in　any　way

belonged　to　Robert　Comstock；　excepting　his　gun　and　revolver；

and　threw　it　into　the　swamp。　　Then　for　the　first　time　she

set　her　door　wide　open。



She　was　too　weary　now　to　do　more；　but　an　urging　unrest

drove　her。　　She　wanted　Elnora。　　It　seemed　to　her　she

never　could　wait　until　the　girl　came　and　delivered

her　judgment。　　At　last　in　an　effort　to　get　nearer　to

her；　Mrs。　Comstock　climbed　the　stairs　and　stood　looking

around　Elnora's　room。　　It　was　very　unfamiliar。　　The　pictures

were　strange　to　her。　　Commencement　had　filled　it　with

packages　and　bundles。　　The　walls　were　covered　with

cocoons；　moths　and　dragonflies　were　pinned　everywhere。　

Under　the　bed　she　could　see　half　a　dozen　large　white　boxes。　

She　pulled　out　one　and　lifted　the　lid。　　The　bottom　was

covered　with　a　sheet　of　thin　cork；　and　on　long　pins　sticking

in　it　were　large；　velvet…winged　moths。　　Each　one　was

labelled；　always　there　were　two　of　a　kind；　in　many　cases

four；　showing　under　and　upper　wings　of　both　male　and　female。　

They　were　of　every　colour　and　shape。



Mrs。　Comstock　caught　her　breath　sharply。　　When　and

where　had　Elnora　found　them？　　They　were　the　most

exquisite　sight　the　woman　ever　had　seen；　so　she　opened　all

the　boxes　to　feast　on　their　beautiful　contents。　　As　she　did

so　there　came　more　fully　a　sense　of　the　distance　between

her　and　her　child。　　She　could　not　understand　how　Elnora

had　gone　to　school；　and　performed　so　much　work　secretly。　

When　it　was　finished；　to　the　last　moth；　she；　the　mother

who　should　have　been　the　first　confidant　and　helper；　had

been　the　one　to　bring　disappointment。　　Small　wonder　Elnora

had　come　to　hate　her。



Mrs。　Comstock　carefully　closed　and　replaced　the　boxes；

and　again　stood　looking　around　the　room。　　This　time　her

eyes　rested　on　some　books　she　did　not　remember　having

seen　before；　so　she　picked　up　one　and　found　that　it　was　a

moth　book。　　She　glanced　over　the　first　pages　and　was　soon

eagerly　reading。　　When　the　text　reached　the　classification

of　species；　she　laid　it　down；　took　up　another　and　read　the

introductory　chapters。　　By　that　time　her　brain　was　in　a

confused　jumble　of　ideas　about　capturing　moths　with

differing　baits　and　bright　lights。



She　went　down　stairs　thinking　deeply。　　Being　unable　to

sit　still　and　having　nothing　else　to　do　she　glanced　at　the

clock　and　began　preparing　supper。　　The　work　dragged。　

A　chicken　was　snatched　up　and　dressed　hurriedly。　　A　spice

cake　sprang　into　being。　　Strawberries　that　had　been

intended　for　preserves　went　into　shortcake。　　Delicious　odours

crept　from　the　cabin。　　She　put　many　extra　touches

on　the　table　and　then　commenced　watching　the　road。　

Everything　was　ready；　but　Elnora　did　not　come。　　Then　began

the　anxious　process　of　trying　to　keep　cooked　food　warm

and　not　spoil　it。　　The　birds　went　to　bed　and　dusk　came。　

Mrs。　Comstock　gave　up　the　fire　and　set　the　supper

on　the　table。　　Then　she　went　out　and　sat　on　the　front…door

step　watching　night　creep　around　her。　　She　started　eagerly

as　the　gate　creaked；　but　it　was　only　Wesley　Sinton　coming。



〃Katharine；　Margaret　and　Elnora　passed　where　I　was

working　this　afternoon；　and　Margaret　got　out　of　the

carriage　and　called　me　to　the　fence。　　She　told　me　what　she

had　done。　　I've　come　to　say　to　you　that　I　am　sorry。　　She　has

heard　me　threaten　to　do　it　a　good　many　times；　but　I

never　would　have　got　it　done。　　I'd　give　a　good　deal　if　I

could　undo　it；　but　I　can't；　so　I've　come　to　tell　you　how

sorry　I　am。〃



〃You've　got　something　to　be　sorry　for；〃　said　Mrs。　Comstock；

〃but　likely　we　ain't　thinking　of　the　same　thing。　　It　hurts

me　less　to　know　the　truth；　than　to　live　in　ignorance。　

If　Mag　had　the　sense　of　a　pewee；　she'd　told　me　long　ago。　

That's　what　hurts　me；　to　think　that　both　of　you　knew

Robert　was　not　worth　an　hour　of　honest　grief；　yet　you'd　let

me　mourn　him　all　these　years　and　neglect　Elnora　while　I

did　it。　　If　I　have　anything　to　forgive　you；　that　is　what　it　is。〃



Wesley　removed　his　hat　and　sat　on　a　bench。



〃Katharine；〃　he　said　solemnly；　〃nobody　ever　knows　how

to　take　you。〃



〃Would　it　be　asking　too　much　to　take　me　for　having　a　few

grains　of　plain　common　sense？〃　she　inquired。　　〃You've　known

all　this　time　that　Comstock　got　what　he　deserved；

when　he　undertook　to　sneak　in　an　unused　way　across　a

swamp；　with　which　he　was　none　too　familiar。　　Now　I

should　have　thought　that　you'd　figure　that　knowing　the

same　thing　would　be　the　best　method　to　cure　me　of　pining

for　him；　and　slighting　my　child。〃



〃Heaven　only　knows　we　have　thought　of　tha