WHEREIN MRS.

COMSTOCK FACES THE ALMIGHTY, AND PHILIP AMMON WRITES A LETTER Mrs.Comstock and Elnora were finishing breakfast the following morning when they heard a cheery whistle down the road.

Elnora with surprised eyes looked at her mother.
"Could that be Mr.Ammon ?" she questioned.
"I did not expect him so soon," commented Mrs.Comstock.
It was sunrise, but the musician was Philip Ammon.

He appeared stronger than on yesterday.
"I hope I am not too early," he said.

"I am consumed with anxiety to learn if we have made a catch.