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DR. G. W. DUFFIN
Hensall, Ontario,
Office over Joynt's Block; phone
114. Office at Walker House, Bruce -
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Bayfield.
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liand. Late Extern Assistant Master
Rotunda Hospital for Women and
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"Weren't. you sorry when you had
to stop being a little boy and grow
up?" s e asked him, wistfully.
"MeV' be laughed harshly. "I
couldn't say, miss. I guess. I was
born grown up." His face darkened.
"That 'wasn't a bkt fair," said she,
with instant sympathy,
"There's a lot not fair," he told
her, "when you're born and brought
up like I was. The worst is not so
much what happens to you, though
that's pretty bad; it's that you don't
know it's happening—and there's no-
body to put you wise, Why," his
forehead puckered as if a thought
new to him had struck him, s"why,
your very looks get to be different!"
Mary Virginia started. "Oh looks!
said she th h f 11 N
oug t u y. ow, isn't
it curipus for you to say just that,
eight now, for it reminds me that I
brought something to the Padre—
something that set me to thinking
about people's looks, too,—and how
you never can tell. Wait a minute,
and I'll show you." She reached for
the pretty crocheted bag she had
brought with her, and drew from it
a small pasteboard box. None of us,
idly watching her, dreamed that a
moment big with fate was upon us.
I have often wondered how things
would have turned out if Mary Vir-
ginia had lost or forgotten that
pasteboard box! -
"I happened to put my hand on a
tree—and this little fellow moved,
and I caught him. I thought at first
he was a part of the tree -trunk, he
looked so much like it," said the child
opening the little box. Inside lay
nothing more unusual than a dark -
colored and rather ugly gray moth,
with his wings folded down.
"One wouldn't think him pretty,
would one?" said she, looking down
at the creature.
"No," said Flint, who had wheeled
nearer, and craned his neck over the
box. "No, miss, I shouldn't think � f
I'd call something like that pretty,"
—he looked from the moth to Mary' a
Virginia, a bit disappointedly. t
Mary Virginia smiled, and picking
up the little moth, held his body,
very gently, between 'her finger-tips.
He fluttered, spreading out his gray
wings; and then one saw the beauti-
ful pansy -like underwings, and the
glorious lower pair of scarlet velvet
barred and bordered with black.
"I brought him along, think-ing the
Padre might like him, and tell me
something about him," said the little
girl. "The Padre's crazy about
moths and butterflies, you must un-
derstand, and we're always on the
ookout to get them for him. I never is
found this particular one before, and it
you can't imagine how I felt when he —
howed me what he had hidden un-
der that gray cloak of his!" th
"He's a member of a large and
most respectable family, the Cato-
calEe," I told her. "I'll take him, my
dear, and thank you—there's always
a demand for the Catocalae. And
you may call him an Underwing, if
you ' prefer—that's his common
name."
"I got to thinking," said the little
girl, thoughtfully, lifting her clear
nd candid eyes to John Flint's. "I
ot to thinking, when he threw aside
plain gray cloak and showed me
lovely underwings that he's like
e people—people you'd think were
y common, you know. You could
be expected to know what was tri-
neath, could you? So you pass
m by, thinking how ordinary, and
tter of fact, and uninteresting and
n ugly they are, and you feel ra-
r' sorry for them—because you
't know. But if you can once get
e enough ,to touch them—why,
n you find out!" Her eyes grew
per; and brighter, as they do
n she is moved; and the color
e more vividly to her cheek.
n't you reckon," said *she naively,
at plenty of folks are like him?
y're the sad color of the street -
t, of course, for things to borrow
m their surroundings, didn't you
w that? That's called protective
iery, the Padre says. So lyou
think of the dust -colored out-
-and all the while the under-
gs are right there, waiting for
to find them! Isn't it wonderful
beautiful? And the best of all
is true!"
he cripple in the chair put out
hand with a hint of timidity in
manner; he was staring at Mary
inia as if some of the light with-
er had dimly penetrated his gros-
substance.
ould I hold it—for a minute—in
own hand?" he asked, turning
k -red.
Of course you may,'.' said Mary
inia pleasantly. "I see by the
re's face this isn't a rare rnoth—
been here all along, only my
have just been opened to him.
n't want him to go in any col-
on. I don't want him to go any -
re, except back into the air—I
him that for what he taught me.
'm sure the Padre won't mind, if
d like to set him free, yourself,"
e put the moth on the man's
r, 4ielicately, for a Catocala is a
t -winged .little chap; it spread out
wings splendidly, as if to show
its loveliness; then, darting up -
ward," anidhed into the cool green
den Of the shrubbery.
'I' remember running eftar a inn-
terfly since, when I was a kid," said
he. Pile came flying down our stre-at
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ord kbowa where from or why, and
caught him after a chase. I Thought
he was the prettieLt. thing ever my
eyes had seen, and I wanted the
worst way in the world to keep biro
with me, A brown fellow he was,
all sprinkled over with little aplotchea
of silver, as if there'd been_plettt of
the stuff on hand, and it'd' been laid
on him thick. But after awhile ,I
got to thinking he'd feel like he was
in jail, shut up. in ray hot fiat. I
couldn't beer that, so I ran to tho
end of. the " street to save him from
the other kids end then 1. turned him
the
y hey're pretty thingbutter-
flies, SomehowI always liked them
better • than any other living creat
tures." He was staring after the
moth, his •forehead wrinkled. He
spoke almost unconsciously, and he
rtainly had no idea that he had
given us cause for a hopeful astopish-
meet.
Now, Mary Virginia's eyes had
fallen, idly enough, upon John Flint's
hands lying loosely upon his knees.
Her face ,brightened.'
"Padre," she suggested suddenly,
"why don't you let' him help you with
your butterflies? 'Look at his hands!
Why, they're just ,exactly the' right
sort to handle setting needles and
mounting blocks, and to ,stretch wings
without loosening a scale. ' He could
be taught in a few lessons, and . just
think what a splendid help he , could
be! And you do so need help with
those insects of yours, Padre — I've
heard you say so, over and over."
The child was right—John Flint
did have good hands—large enough,
well -shaped, steel -muscled, powerful,
with flexible, smooth -skinned, sensi-
tive fingers, the fingers of an expert
lapidary rather than a prize fighter.
"If you think there's any way I
could help the parson for awhile, I'd
be proud to try, miss,. It's true," he
added casually, with a sphinx -like
immobility of countenance, "that I'm
what might be called handy with my
fingers."
"We'll call it settled, then," said
Mary Virginia happily.
Laurence took her home at dusk;
it was a part of his daily life to
look after Mary Virginia, as one
looks after a cherished little sister.
When they were younger the boy had
often complained that she might as
well be his sister, she quarreled with
him so much; and the little girl said,
bitterly, he was as disagreeable as
if he'd been a brother. In spite of
which the little girl, for all her de-
licious impertinences, looked up to
the boy; and the boy had adored her
from the time she gurgled at him
roto her cradle.
My mother left us, and John Flint
nd I sat outdoors in the pleasant
wilight, he smoking the pipe Laur-
loose, and watched him beat it for
ence had given him.
"Parson," said he, abruptly, "Par-
son, you folks are swells, ain't you?
The real thing, I mean, you and Ma-
dame? Even the yellow nigger's a
lady nigger, ain't she?"
"I am a poor priest, such as you
see, my son, Madame is—Madame.
And Clelie is a good -servant."
"But you were born a swell, were
you not?" he persisted. "Old fam-
ily, swell diggings, trained flunkies,
and all that?"
"I was born n gentleman, if that
what you mean. Of an old film-
y, yes. esknd there was an old house
once."
"How'd you ever hit the trail! for
e Church? I wonder! But say,
you never asked me any more ques-
tions than you had to, so you can
tell me to shut up, if you want to.
Not that I wouldn't like to know how
the Sam Hill the like of you ever got
nabbed by the skypilots."
"God called me through affliction,
my son."
"Oh," said any son, blankly. "Huh!
But I bet you the best crib ever
cracked you were some peach of ,s
boy before you got that 'S. O. S.
"I was, like the young, the thought-
less young, a sinner.".
"I suppose," said he tentatively,
after a pause, "that I'm one hell of
a sinner myself, according to Hoyle,
ain't I?"
"I do not think it would injure
you to change your—course of life,
nor yet your way of mentioning it,"
I said, feeling my way cautiously.
"But—we are bidden to remember
there is more joy in heaven over one'
sinner saved than over the ninety-
nine just men."
"Is that so? Well, it listens like
good horse -sense to me," said Mr.
Flint, promptly. "Because, look here
—you can rake in ninety-nine boobs
any old time—there's one born every
time the clock ticks, parson—but they
don't land something like me every
day, believe me! And I bet you a
stack of dollar chips a mile high
there was some song -and -dance in
the sky -joint when they put me over
on you for fair. Sure!" He puffed
away at his pipe, and I, having noth-
ing to say to this fine reasoning, held
my peace.
"Parson, that kid's a swell, too,
ain't she? And the boy?"
"Laurence is the son of Judge
Hammond Mayne."
"And the little girl ?" Insensibly
his vice softened.
"I luppose," I agreed, "that the
little girl is what,you might call a
swell, too."
"I never," said he reflectively,
"came what you might call talking
close to real swells before. I've seen
'em, of course—at a distance. Some
of 'em, taking 'em by and large, look-
ed pretty punk, tome; some of 'em
was middling, and a few looked as if
they might have the goods. But
none of 'em struck me as being real
live breathing people, same as other
folks. !Why, parson, some of those
dames'd throw a fit, fancying they
was poisoned, if they had to breathe
the same air with folks like me—me
being what I am and they being—
what they think they are. Yet here's
you and Madame, the real thing—
and the boy—and the little girl—the
little girl—" he stopped, staring at
me dumbly, as the vision of Mary
Virginia rose before him.
"She is, indeed, a dear, dear child,"
said 1. His words stung me some-
what, for once upon a time, I myself
would have resented that such as he
should have breathed the same air
with Mary Virginia.
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said he, thoughtfully, "that is, if I
was good enough to have dreams
like that," he added hastily, with his
first touch of shame. °I've seen'em
from the Battery up, asps some of 'ens
was sure -enough queens but I didn't
know they came like this one. She's
bran -new to me, parson. Say, you
just show me what she wants me to
help you with, and I'll do it. She
seems to think I can, and it oughtn't
to be any harder than opening a time
vault, ought it?" `
"No," said I gravely, "I shouldn't
think it would be. Though I never
opened a time -vault, you understand,
and I hope and pray you'll never
touch one again, either. I'd rather
you wouldn't even refer to it, please.
It makes me feel, rather ---well, let's
say partieeps criminis."
"1 suppose that's the polite for
punching you in the wind," said he,
just as, gravely. "And I didn't think
you'd ever monkeyed with a vault;
why, you couldn't, not if you was to
try till Gabriel did his little turn in
the morning—not unless you'd been
caught when you were softer and put
wise. Man, it's a bigger job than you
think, and you've got to have the
know-how and the nerve before you
can put it over. But there—I'll keep
it dark, seeing you want me to." He
stretched out his hands, regarding
them speculatively. "They are
classy mitts," he remarked imper-
sonally. "Yep, seemed like they were
just naturally made to—do what they
did. They were built for fine work?'
At that his jaw snapped; a spasm
twitched his face; it darkened.
"The work little Miss Eustis sug-
gested for you," I insinuated hastily,
"is what very many people consider
very fine work indeed. About one in
a thousand can do it properly."
"Lead me to it," said he wearily,
and without enthusiasm, "and turn
me loose. I'll do what I can, to
please her. At least, until I can
make a getaway for keeps."
CHAPTER V
ENTER KERBY
When I was first seen prowling a-
long the roads and about the fields
stalking butterflies and diurnal
moths with the caution of a red In-
dian on the warpath and. the stealth
of a tiger in the jungle; when mysti-
fled folk met me at night, a lantern
suspended from my neck, a haversack
across my shoulders, a bottle -belt a-
bout my waist, and armed with a
butterfly net, the consensus of opin-
ion was that poor Father De Rance
was stark staring mad. Appleboro
hadn't heretofore witnessed the pro-
ceedings of the Brethren of the Net,
and I had to do much patient ex-
plaining; even then I am sure I must
have left many firmly convinced that
I was not, in their own phrase, "all
there."
"Hey, you! Mister! Them worms
is pizen! Them's fever -worms!" was
shrieked at me frenziedly by the
country -folks, black and white, when
I was caught scooping up the hairy
caterpillars of the tiger moths. Even
when it was understood that I wished
caterpillars, cocoons, and chrysalids,
for the butterflies and moths they
would later make, looks of pitying
contempt were cast upon me. That
a grown man—particularly a minis-
ter of the gospel, with not only his
own but other people's souls to save
—should spend time hunting for
worms, with which he couldn't even
bait a hook, awakened amazement.
"What any man in his right mind
wants with a think that ain't nothin'
but wriggles an' hair on the outside
an' squash on the inside, beats me!"
was said more than once.
"But all of them areinteresting,
some are valuable, and many grow
into very beautiful moths and but-
terflies," I ventured to defend my-
self.
"S'posin' they do? You can't eat
'em or wear 'em. or plant 'em, can
you?" And really, you understand,
I couldn't!
"An' you mean to tell me to my
face,"• said a scandalized farmer,
watching me assorting and naming
the specimens taken from my field
box, "you mean to tell me you're
givin' every one o' them bugs a name
same's a baptized Christian? Adam
named every livin' thing, an' Adam
called them things Caterpillars an'
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ed'that an' nothin' else, looks to
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,got a grain o' real religion. if y
eo to call 'ens anythin' else it's slnni
gin the Bible. I've beard all in
life you Cath'lies don't take as mut
stock; in 4he 8cripters, asou
oughter, but this thing o'' ealbn�
rrum Adam named plain Cater
r a--a—what'd you say the d
reit name was? My suteri
"Oar! is jest about the wust de
each:ssests yet! I lay it at tib
Pope's door, every mite o' it,
you'd better -believe .i}p'U have to a
over for sec emrryiWa on, some
these defer'
80 many other things having be
laid et 'the' r'ope's : door, I' held m
peace and made no futile attempt
clearFater of the dark
au$,le t; having perpetrated thei
upon certain of the America
lepidoptera.
I bad yet other darkermadness
bad I not been seen spreading upo
trees with a whitewash brush a mix
tura of brown sugar, stale beer, a
rum?
Asked to explain this lunatic pro
ceeding I could only say that I wa
sugaring for moths; these airy fai
gentlemen having a very human lik
ing for a "wee drappie o't."
"That amiable failin'," Major .Ap-
pleby Cartwright decided,"ia a credi
to them an' commends them to a re-
spectful hearin'. On its ' face it
would seem to admit them\ to the
ancient an' honorable brotherhood of
convivial man. But, suh, there's an-
other side to this question, an' it's
this:—a creature that's got six per-
fectly good legs, not to mention wings
an' still can't carry his liquor with-
out bein' caught, deserves his fate.
It's not in my line to offer sugges-
tions to an allwise Providence, or I
might hint that a scoop -net an' a
killing jar in pickle for some two -
legged topers oat huntin' free drinks
wouldn't be such a bad idea at all,"
But as I pursued my buggy way—
and displayed, save in this /one par-
ticular, what might truthfully be
called ordinary common sense—peo-
ple gradually grew accustomed to it,
looking upon nfe as a mild and harm-
less lunatic whose inoffensive mania
might safely be indulged—nay, even
humored. In consequence I was
from time to time inundated with
every common thing that creeps,
crawls, and flies. I accepted gifts of
bugs and caterpillars that filled my
mother with disgust and Clelie with
horror; both of them hesitated to
come into my study, and I have known
Clelie to be afraid to go to bed of a
night because the great red -horned
"Hickory devil" was downstairs in a
box, and she was firmly convinced
that this innocent worm harbored a
cold-blooded desire to crawl upstairs
and bite her. That silly woman will
depart this life in the firm faith that
all crawling creatures came into the
world with the single -hearted hope
of biting her, above all other mortals
and that having achieved the end for
which they were created, both they
and she will immediately curl up and
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legs on, your bare stela is a>wosaa a.
fierce at first, ain't it?. But r
him none of 'ens can scare me any
more,. I could play tag " with pink
monkeys with blue tails and gran
whiskers without sending in the
hurry -call."
The setting boards and blocks, the
arrive of pins, needles, tubes, for-
ceps, jars and bottles, magnifying -
glasses, microscope, slides, dryting-
ovens, relaxing -boar, cabinets, and
above a11, the mounted specimens,
raised his spirits . somewhat- TThisa
at, least, looked workmanlike; this, at
least, promised something better than
stoking .worms!
If not hopefully, at least willingly
enough, he allowed himself to be set
to work. And that work had come
in what some like to call the psycho-
logical moment. At least it came—
or was sent—just when he needed it
most.
He soon discovered, as all begin-
ners must, that there is very much
more to it than one might think; that
here, too, one must pay for exact
knowledge with painstaking dare and
patient study and ceaseless effort. He
discovered how fatally easy it is to
spoil' a good specimen; how fairy -
fragile a wee wing is; how painted
scales rub, and vanish into thin air ;
how delicate antenna: break and fore-
legs will fiendishly depart hence; and
that proper mounting, which results
in a perfect insect, is a task which
requires practice, a sure eye, and an
expert, delicate, and dexterous touch.
Also, that one must be ceaseless on
guard lest the baleful little ant and
other tiny curses evade one's vigil-
ance and render void one's best work.
He learned these and other salutary
lessons, which tend to tone down an
amateur's conceit of his half -knowl-
edge; and this chastened him. He
felt his pride at stake—he who could
so expertly, with almost demoniac in-
genuity, force the costliest and most
cunningly constructed burglar-prrof
lock; he whose not idle boast was
that he was handy with his fingers?
And in the presence of a mere priest
and a girl -child? Never! He'd show
us what he could do when he really
tried to try!
Presently he wanted to classify;
and he wanted to do it alone and un-
aided—it looked easy enough. It irk-
ed him, pricked his pride, to have to
he always asking somebody else
'what is this?" And right then and
here those inevitable difficulties that
onfront every earnest and conscierlt-
ous seeker at the beginning of his
uest, arose, as the fascinating living
uzzles presented themselves for his
olving.
To classify correctly is not soine-
hing one learns in a day, be he nee -
r so willing and eager; as one may
iscover who cares to take half a
ozen plain, obscurely -colored small
moths, and attempts to put them an
heir proper places.
Mr. Flint tried it—and those
retched creatures wouldn't stay put.
t seemed to him that every time he
ooked at them they ought to be
omewhere else; always there was
omething—a bar, a stripe, a small
istinctive spot, a wing of peculiar
hape, antenna;, or palpi, or spur, .to
ifferentiate them.
"Where the Sam " Hill," he blazed,
do all these footy little devils come
Tom, anyhow? Where am I to put
beast of a bug when the next one
at's exactly like it is entirely dif-
erent the next time you look at it?
here's too much beginning and no
nd at all to this game!"
For all that, he followed them up.
saw with pure joy that he refused
dismiss anything carelessly, while
e scorned to split hairs. He had a
gular course of procedure when he
as puzzled. First he turned the
w insect over and over and glared
it from every possible angle; then
rumpled his hair, gritted his teeth,
uared his shoulders and hurled him -
if into work.
- But also, i had but scant time to
devote to this enchanting and engross-
ing study, which, properly pursued,
will fill a man's days to the brim. I
gathered my specimens as I could
and classified and mounted then as
it pleased God—until the advent of
John Flint.
Now, I must, with great reluctance
here set down the plain truth that he,
too, looked upon me at first with a-
maze not unmixed with rage and
contempt. Most caterpillars, you un-
derstand, feed upon food of their own
arbitrary choosing; and when they
are in captivity one must procure
this particular aliment if one hopes
to rear them.
Slippy McGee feeding bugs! 1t
was about as hideous and devil -born
a contretemps as, say, putting a belt-
ed earl to peel potatoes or asking an
archbishop to clean cuspidors. The
man boiled with offended dignity and
outraged pride. One could actually
see him swell. He had expected
something quite different, and this
apparently offensive triviality dis-
gusted and shocked him. I could see
myself falling forty thousand fath-
oms in his esteem, and I think he
would have oncontinently turned his
back upon me save for his promise to
Mary Virginia.
It is true that many of the cater-
pillars are ugly and formidable, poor
things, to the uninitiated eyes, which
fails to recognize under this uncome-
ly disguise the crowned and glorious
citizens of the air. I had just then
a great Cecropia, an able-bodied green
gentleman armed with twelve thorn-
like, sizable horns, and wearing, a-
long with other agreeable adorn-
ments, three yellow and four red ar-
rangements like growths of dwarf
cactus plants on the segments behind
his hard round green head.
Mr. Flint, with an ejaculation of
horror, backed off on one crutch and
clubbed the other.
"My God!" said he, "Kill it! Kill
it!" I saved my green friend in the
nick of time. The man with staring
eyes, looked from me to the cater-
pillar; then he leaned over arid
watched it, in grim silence.
He knotted his forehead, mak slits
of his eyes, gulped, screwed his
mouth into the thin red line of dead-
ly determination, and with every
nerve braced, even as a martyr brac-
es himself for the stake or the sword,
put out his hand, up which the form-
idable -looking worm walked leisure-
ly. Death not immediately resulting
from this daring act, he controlled
his shudders and breathed easier, The
worm became less and less terrify-
ing; no longer appearing, say, the
size of the him constrictor. A few
moments of this harmless meander-
ing about Mr. Flint's hand and arm,
and of a sudden he wore his true
colors of an inoffensive and law-
abiding larva, anxious only to at-
tend strictly to his own legitimate
business, the Gargantuan feeding of
himself into the pupa from which he
would presently emerge. one of the
most magnificent of native moths.
Gingerly Mr, Flint picked him up be-
tween thumb and fore -finger, and as
gingerly dropped him hadk into the
breeding -cage. He square his
shoulders, wiped his brow, d drew
a long whistling breath.
"Phe-ew! It. took all my nerve to
do it!" said he, frankly. "I felt for
a minute as if a strong-arm cop'd
chased the up an alley and pulled his
gun on me. The feeling of a bug's
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There was, for instance, the com-
mon Dione Vanilla,, that splendid
Gulf Fritillary which haunts all the
highways of the South. She's a
Lpe wing, but she's not a Heliconian;
eilM's a silver -spot, but she's not an
Argynnis. She bears a striking fam-
ily likkiess to her fine relations, but
she has certain structural peculi:ari-
ties which differentiate her. Whose
word should he take
this,
why? Wherein lay hose differen-
ces?
? He began, .patiently, with her
cylinder -shaped yellow-brown, orange
spotted caterpiilar,_on the purple pas -
ion flowers in our garden; he watch-
ed it change into a dark -brown chrys-
alis marked with a few pale spots;
he saw he red -
robed lady her$seelf, with her - from this dots ful-
vous forewings, and her Amber hind
wings smocked with black velvet,
and her under frock flushed with
pinkish orange and spangled with
silver, ` And yet, in spite of her long
marvelous tongue ---he was beginning
to find out that no tool he .had ever
seen, and but few that God Himself
makes, is so wonderful as a butter-
fly's tongue;. -she hadn't been able to
tell him that about herself which he
most wished to find out. That celled,,
for a deeper knowl
yet possessed. :than
But he knew that other men knew.
And he had to know. He meant to
know. For the work gripped him as
it does those marked and foreordain-
ed for its service. That marvelous
world in which the Little People
dwell—a world so absolutely differ-
ent from ours that it might well be
upon another planet --began to open,
slowly, slowly, one 9f its many mys-
terious doors, allowing hien just
glimpse enough of *hat magic lay
beyond to fire his heart and to whet
his appetite. And he couldn't break
into that world with a jimmy. • It
was burglar-proof. That portal was
so impervious to even the fgeile fin-
gers of Slippy McGee, that John
Flint must pay • the inevitable and
appropriate toll to enter!
(Continued next week.)
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