Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-12-30
Those Endearing Young Charms

and ~unforgettable Annabel. She'll nevei
change, thank Godl'
What a nice speech" approved Anna.
Del. Thai is surely worth waiting forty
years to hear"
See those flowers Just openingl" com
mented Annabel. What are they, Benz
Unison weed" answered old Ben
Some call it the ghost flower"
Its too lovely to have the name Of a
weeds it really a wild fower?"
Yes, but I've cultivated jimsons for
several years. 1 like them especially"
There was a little silence. then old Ben
aaded: Il Xix to sit out in the evening
and watch them open"
"How odd that they should open out
at night" said Annabel.
i don't know. Daylight pours such a
glare on the surface Of things tbs some
times we're blinded-it's at night time
we think u true thoughts, see true.
ihose 1imsons strike me somehow, open
ing out at night; I find them very COM
panionable."
Annabel nodded, and for a space there
was another little hush; then more
snatches Of talk. And presently old Ben
thought to inquire her name, for he had
SO long been without news of her that it
might have been changed q dozen times
AAo ~
But she had only married the once.
although widowed now for several years.
n her name was Mrs. Babcock-not
that this much mattered, for her name
was Annabel and that was everything.
Old Ben might have very patty shown
her a certain yellowed clipping which re-
posed in his wallet. He didn't-perhaps
he had forgotten it was there. Anyway,
the light had become too dim for read
ing, especially when one must use spec
tacles.
When Annabel finally insisted she must
go because young Constnce Purdy didn't
Know where she was, Ben saw her home
TO the old Purdy place which she was re-
visiting after twenty-odd years. And his
stopped shoulders seemed less stopped.
and his lackadaisical shuttle seemed to
n a buoyant spring as he walked home
with Annabel through the moonlight.
AT the Purdy homestead he who had
been rollicking young Steve, Annabel's
cousin, was gone; and a younger Steve
mad grown up soberly to become a min
lister; and there was now a young Con-
stance there. blooming into womanhood,
OF an age she might have been Annabel's
granddaughter. 1t was, in fact,
because OF young Constance that Anna
bel was now visiting the parsonage. The
Rev. Stephen Purdy and his helpmeet
were making a long planned tour Of for
eign parts-including the Holy Land
and they had hit upon the scheme OF
asking Cousin A%nnabel, recently returned
from her long residence abroad, to come
and chaperon their daughter.
They might better have put it the
other way about; Constance was old
enough to be Annabel's granddaughter
but she wasn't young enough!
SO on this moonlit June evening, when
Annabel came strolling up the parsonage
'front.' walk after taking leave of Ben at
the gate. Constance appeared at the door
to say almost reprovingly: i've been
looking everywhere for you'll was get
ting worried"
You needn't worry about me. nv
dear; I'll look after myself" Annabel
answered.
But it got SO late, and the dew's fall
ing, and you were out without your
My shawl-good heavens, who told you
mad one? That's a libel and a lie."
Mamma always wears a little shawl
IN the evenings light weight Shetland
in summer"
We'll, that's a matter between her and
her God" Annabel.
Young Constance frowned, as whv
She? Didn't | see some man