Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, 1922-05-29
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Margaret
By Idah McGlone Gibson

At DR.. Millions remark the
Glendening had described Margar-
ct better than he could do 1t him
self the two lawyers flashed looks
of inquiry at their friend. Appar-
emily he did not realize he had
spoken for he made no response
to their unspoken questions. So,
after a moments silence, Claver-
ing went on reading:
OF course, 1 did not realize
at our first meeting, all the things
1 have been telling you, Jim, of
the beauty, personality and char
acteristics of Margaret men
tion her name knowing she cannot
be Unidentified by it--but 1 did
feel kind of interest that I had
never felt for anone, man or wo-
man, before l met her.
l kept her talking about her
stories longer than was necessary
simply to see her eyes light up
with enthusiasm; simply to see
the color come and go in her face,
simply to watch her hands move
in quick graceful gestures.
She has the most striking hands
have ever seen, and they typify
the side of her character that is
most surprising. They are small,
dimpled and childishly beautiful
They look as though they were
useless hands, and yet 1 know
that they have ministered for days
on end to the broken and down.
trodden. / have seen them with
ugly burns across their fairness
after she has cooked a delightful
little dinner for us In her apart
ment.
Those same hands manipulate a
typewriter with speed and c.
curacy that is miraculous. And yet
when you would see them like
white butterflies, accentuating
the meaning of one of her epi-
grams, you can only wonder at
their contradiction. They are the
outward manifestation of a heart
tht will never grow old.
She was and is the sanest wo.
man 1 have ever known; and yet
her Imagination would run riot
with a picturesque detail of mo-
tion that I, with my colder tenn
perament, would find hard to fol-
low She inspired me-or rather
an episode in our lives inspired
me-to write the only poem
have ever penned
She is almost pagan in her love
of beauty. A daisy on the rivers
brim, was never to her only a
common daisy. 1t was the open
sesame to the great content she
got from the whole world of COM
mon things. No one ] have ever
known was able to extract such
bliss from mere living.
She loved ease. She could play
and dawdle and seem perfectly
content while doing nothing. And
yet I have known her to endure
great privation and not only never
but even to seem to en-
joy the hardship. All experience
was a part of her love of living.
In fact she has told me many
times that she would not have
the sorrows taken out of her life.
because only by them could she
measure her joys.
l wonder now II she would say
that same thing to me.
By the God OF Love. Jim. be-
.ieve she would, for her courage,
physical. spiritual. mental. has al
ways reached height have
never been able to scale.
She-weH. I think 1 have said
enough to show you that I love
her. How much I love her I never
until now when 1 am
to you.
II was a queer kind of an at
.aehment that grew up between
Is.
told her more about myself
han I have ever dared to acknow-
edge even to myself. She was the
'irst person in all my life that 1
'Ould show the workings OF my
ieart: that 1 could tell the
thoughts OF my mind. She made