WHEREIN THE ELDER AMMON OFFERS ADVICE,AND EDITH CARR EXPERIENCES REGRETSPhilip Ammon walked from among his friends a humiliated and a wounded man.Never before had Edith Carr appeared quite so beautiful.All evening she had treated him with unusual consideration.
Never had he loved her so deeply.Then in a few seconds everything was different.Seeing the change in her face,and hearing her meaningless accusations,killed something in his heart.Warmth went out and a cold weight took its place.But even after that,he had offered the ring to her again,and asked her before others to reconsider.
The answer had been further insult.
He walked,paying no heed to where he went.He had traversed many miles when he became aware that his feet had chosen familiar streets.He was passing his home.
Dawn was near,but the first floor was lighted.
He staggered up the steps and was instantly admitted.
The library door stood open,while his father sat with a book pretending to read.At Philip's entrance the father scarcely glanced up.
"Come on!"he called."I have just told Banks to bring me a cup of coffee before I turn in.Have one with me!"Philip sat beside the table and leaned his head on his hands,but he drank a cup of steaming coffee and felt better.
"Father,"he said,"father,may I talk with you a little while?""Of course,"answered Mr.Ammon."I am not at all tired.I think I must have been waiting in the hope that you would come.I want no one's version of this but yours.Tell me the straight of the thing,Phil."Philip told all he knew,while his father sat in deep thought.
"On my life I can't see any occasion for such a display of temper,Phil.It passed all bounds of reason and breeding.
Can't you think of anything more?"
"I cannot!"
"Polly says every one expected you to carry the moth you caught to Edith.Why didn't you?""She screams if a thing of that kind comes near her.
She never has taken the slightest interest in them.I was in a big hurry.I didn't want to miss one minute of my dance with her.The moth was not so uncommon,but by a combination of bad luck it had become the rarest in America for a friend of mine,who is making a collection to pay college expenses.For an instant last June the series was completed;when a woman's uncontrolled temper ruined this specimen and the search for it began over.A few days later a pair was secured,and again the money was in sight for several hours.Then an accident wrecked one-fourth of the collection.I helped replace those last June,all but this Yellow Emperor which we could not secure,and we haven't been able to find,buy or trade for one since.So my friend was compelled to teach this past winter instead of going to college.When that moth came flying in there to-night,it seemed to me like fate.
All I thought of was,that to secure it would complete the collection and secure the money.So I caught the Emperor and started it to Elnora.I declare to you that I was not out of the pavilion over three minutes at a liberal estimate.If Ionly had thought to speak to the orchestra!I was sure Iwould be back before enough couples gathered and formed for the dance."The eyes of the father were very bright.
"The friend for whom you wanted the moth is a girl?"he asked indifferently,as he ran the book leaves through his fingers.
"The girl of whom I wrote you last summer,and told you about in the fall.I helped her all the time I was away.""Did Edith know of her?"
"I tried many times to tell her,to interest her,but she was so indifferent that it was insulting.She would not hear me.""We are neither one in any condition to sleep.Why don't you begin at the first and tell me about this girl?
To think of other matters for a time may clear our vision for a sane solution of this.Who is she,just what is she doing,and what is she like?You know I was reared among those Limberlost people,I can understand readily.
What is her name and where does she live?"Philip gave a man's version of the previous summer,while his father played with the book industriously.
"You are very sure as to her refinement and education?""In almost two months'daily association,could a man be mistaken?She can far and away surpass Polly,Edith,or any girl of our set on any common,high school,or supplementary branch,and you know high schools have French,German,and physics now.Besides,she is a graduate of two other institutions.All her life she has been in the school of Hard Knocks.She has the biggest,tenderest,most human heart I ever knew in a girl.She has known life in its most cruel phases,and instead of hardening her,it has set her trying to save other people suffering.Then this nature position of which I told you;she graduated in the School of the Woods,before she secured that.The Bird Woman,whose work you know,helped her there.Elnora knows more interesting things in a minute than any other girl I ever met knew in an hour,provided you are a person who cares to understand plant and animal life."The book leaves slid rapidly through his fingers as the father drawled:"What sort of looking girl is she?""Tall as Edith,a little heavier,pink,even complexion,wide open blue-gray eyes with heavy black brows,and lashes so long they touch her cheeks.She has a rope of waving,shining hair that makes a real crown on her head,and it appears almost red in the light.She is as handsome as any fair woman I ever saw,but she doesn't know it.Every time any one pays her a compliment,her mother,who is a caution,discovers that,for some reason,the girl is a fright,so she has no appreciation of her looks.""And you were in daily association two months with a girl like that!How about it,Phil?""If you mean,did I trifle with her,no!"cried Philip hotly.
"I told her the second time I met her all about Edith.
Almost every day I wrote to Edith in her presence.
