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A Girl of The Limberlost

By Gene Stratton Porter

                                        

                                        

TO ALL GIRLS OF THE LIMBERLOST IN GENERAL

AND ONE JEANETTE HELEN PORTER IN PARTICULAR



                                        



CHARACTERS



ELNORA; who collects moths to pay for her education;

        and lives the Golden Rule。



PHILIP AMMON; who assists in moth hunting;

              and gains a new conception of love。



MRS。 COMSTOCK; who lost a delusion and found a treasure。



WESLEY SINTON; who always did his best。



MARGARET SINTON; who 〃mothers〃 Elnora。



BILLY; a boy from real life。



EDITH CARR; who discovers herself。



HART HENDERSON; to whom love means all things。



POLLY AMMON; who pays an old score。



TOM LEVERING; engaged to Polly。



TERENCE O'MORE; Freckles grown tall。



MRS。 O'MORE; who remained the Angel。



TERENCE; ALICE and LITTLE BROTHER; the O'MORE children。







A GIRL OF THE LIMBERLOST











CHAPTER I





WHEREIN ELNORA GOES TO HIGH SCHOOL

AND LEARNS MANY LESSONS NOT FOUND IN HER BOOKS





Elnora Comstock; have you lost your senses?〃

demanded the angry voice of Katharine Comstock

while she glared at her daughter。



〃Why mother!〃 faltered the girl。



〃Don't you ‘why mother' me!〃 cried Mrs。 Comstock。 

〃You know very well what I mean。  You've given me

no peace until you've had your way about this going to

school business; I've fixed you good enough; and you're

ready to start。  But no child of mine walks the streets

of Onabasha looking like a play…actress woman。  You wet

your hair and comb it down modest and decent and then

be off; or you'll have no time to find where you belong。〃



Elnora gave one despairing glance at the white face;

framed in a most becoming riot of reddish…brown hair;

which she saw in the little kitchen mirror。  Then she

untied the narrow black ribbon; wet the comb and plastered

the waving curls close to her head; bound them fast; pinned

on the skimpy black hat and opened the back door。



〃You've gone so plumb daffy you are forgetting your

dinner;〃 jeered her mother。



〃I don't want anything to eat;〃 replied Elnora。



〃You'll take your dinner or you'll not go one step。 

Are you crazy?  Walk almost three miles and no food

from six in the morning until six at night。  A pretty

figure you'd cut if you had your way!  And after I've

gone and bought you this nice new pail and filled it

especial to start on!〃



Elnora came back with a face still whiter and picked

up the lunch。  〃Thank you; mother!  Good…bye!〃 she

said。  Mrs。 Comstock did not reply。  She watched the

girl follow the long walk to the gate and go from sight

on the road; in the bright sunshine of the first Monday

of September。



〃I bet a dollar she gets enough of it by night!〃

commented Mrs。 Comstock。



Elnora walked by instinct; for her eyes were blinded

with tears。  She left the road where it turned south; at

the corner of the Limberlost; climbed a snake fence and

entered a path worn by her own feet。  Dodging under

willow and scrub oak branches she came at last to the

faint outline of an old trail made in the days when the

precious timber of the swamp was guarded by armed

men。  This path she followed until she reached a thick

clump of bushes。  From the debris in the end of a hollow

log she took a key that unlocked the padlock of a large

weatherbeaten old box; inside of which lay several books;

a butterfly apparatus; and a small cracked mirror。  The walls

were lined thickly with gaudy butterflies; dragonflies;

and moths。  She set up the mirror and once more

pulling the ribbon from her hair; she shook the bright

mass over her shoulders; tossing it dry in the sunshine。 

Then she straightened it; bound it loosely; and replaced

her hat。  She tugged vainly at the low brown calico

collar and gazed despairingly at the generous length of

the narrow skirt。  She lifted it as she would have cut

it if possible。  That disclosed the heavy high leather

shoes; at sight of which she seemed positively ill; and

hastily dropped the skirt。  She opened the pail; removed

the lunch; wrapped it in the napkin; and placed it in a

small pasteboard box。  Locking the case again she hid

the key and hurried down the trail。



She followed it around the north end of the swamp

and then entered a footpath crossing a farm leading in

the direction of the spires of the city to the northeast。 

Again she climbed a fence and was on the open road。  For

an instant she leaned against the fence staring before

her; then turned and looked back。  Behind her lay the

land on which she had been born to drudgery and a

mother who made no pretence of loving her; before her

lay the city through whose schools she hoped to find

means of escape and the way to reach the things for

which she cared。  When she thought of how she appeared

she leaned more heavily against the fence and groaned;

when she thought of turning back and wearing such

clothing in ignorance all the days of her life she set her

teeth firmly and went hastily toward Onabasha。



On the bridge crossing a deep culvert at the suburbs

she glanced around; and then kneeling she thrust the

lunch box between the foundation and the flooring。 

This left her empty…handed as she approached the big stone

high school building。  She entered bravely and inquired

her way to the office of the superintendent。  There she

learned that she should have come the previous week

and arranged about her classes。  There were many things

incident to the opening of school; and one man unable to

cope with all of them。



〃Where have you been attending school?〃 he asked;

while he advised the teacher of Domestic Science not to

telephone for groceries until she knew how many she

would have in her classes; wrote an order for chemicals

for the students of science; and advised the leader of

the orchestra to hire a professional to take the place of

the bass violist; reported suddenly ill。



〃I finished last spring at Brushwood school; district

number nine;〃 said Elnora。  〃I have been studying all summer。 

I am quite sure I can do the first year work; if I have

a few days to get started。〃



〃Of course; of course;〃 assented the superintendent。 

〃Almost invariably country pupils do good work。  You may

enter first year; and if it is too difficult; we will find

it out speedily。  Your teachers will tell you the list of

books you must have; and if you will come with me I will

show you the way to the auditorium。  It is now time

for opening exercises。  Take any seat you find vacant。〃



Elnora stood before the entrance and stared into the

largest room she ever had seen。  The floor sloped to a

yawning stage on which a band of musicians; grouped

around a grand piano; were tuning their instruments。 

She had two fleeting impressions。  That it was all a

mistake; this was no school; but a grand display of

enormous ribbon bows; and the second; that she was sinking;

and had forgotten how to walk。  Then a burst from the

orchestra nerved her while a bevy of daintily clad; sweet…

smelling things that might have been birds; or flowers;

or possibly gaily dressed; happy young girls; pushed

her forward。  She found herself plodding across the back of

the auditorium; praying for guidance; to an empty seat。



As the girls passed her; vacancies seemed to open to

meet them。  Their friends were moving over; beckoning

and whispering invitations。  Every one else was seated;

but no one paid any attention to the white…faced girl

stumbling half…blindly down the aisle next the farthest wall。 

So she went on to the very end facing the stage。 

No one moved; and she could not summon courage to

crowd past others to several empty seats she saw。 

At the end of the aisle she paused in desperation; while

she stared back at the whole forest 

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