Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-04-01

Her own taste had been the result of a
kind Of frenzy to keep busy, to keep her
mind filled with details, to avoid facing
the emptiness of the long years ahead
the years she must live on without Mar
garet. The relation between them had
been wonderfully close and understanding,
yet even Margaret, she knew, would have
been surprised by the depth and force of
her friends grief for her. Margaret had
always assumed, had often said, that Aune
kimball was less dependent on other hu-
mans than any one else she had ever
known. 1t must have amazed Margaret to
learn In that new world, in which pre-
sumably one learns oil things, how de-
pendent Anne had been on her In this
world. And how it must hurt Margaret
not to be able to comfort herl Their
friendship had lasted for more than forty
years-since they were little children to-
gether. They had been trundled side by
side In their baby carriages, had grabbed
for each others rattles. They had gone
away. to school together, had spent their
vacations together-for Anne Kimball had
been a rich but homeless waif, left after
her parents death in the care of her
fathers lawyer, who was her legal guar
dian. She and Margaret had entered col
lege together, had gone through it to-
gether.
Margaret, too, was motherless-that was
another bond-and her father had indis-
criminately fathered both girls. They had
borne together the anguish Of his death
iiC chinlutl VI lhtif EIduuullbH. ana TO-
gether they had gone around the world In
the two years following, to recapture the
peace and happiness he seemed to have
taken with him. 1t was on the other side
OF the world that Margaret had met the
man she fell in love with and had married
Anne had been her bridesmaid. And Anne
had taken Margaret abroad again after
John Leigh's tragic death in q motor acct
dent and had helped her to reconstruct
her life. But 1t was the new interest of
their nliIpDfhrontp and prap tporE tnnathar
that had really made it possible for Mar
garet to carry on.
A unique friendship, truly, and like no
other Anne had ever seen. Looking back
over 1t now, she reflected that she would
never form another. She was too old. She
reminded herself that one doesn't often
form new ties after forty. Now that this
year of work was over-now that there was
nothing to be done for Margaret-what
could she do? She had never let the ques-
ton take definite form before, but today
1t filed her mind. She had been able to
keep It at bay because each day had been
so full. of work for Margaret. Now-now-
nothing was left in this world, and, pagan
that she was, with no hope OF a future
nfe-how could she 20 forward?
The voice Of the GATOR rolled on:
ANT so we have chosen this quiet acre
on the broad summit Of the hill, overlook
ing the city and the country she loved, us
a place sacred to her memory. We have
made Ii a garden because she loved beauty.
we have made II a sanctuary for birds and
children and men and women because she
lOVel birds and children and men and
women. We shall come here very often,
to sit and think of her. We hope yon will
nll come here very often, FOR an hour OF
rest and peace, and to put yourselves In
touch with her wonderful spirit. For we
know-those of us who realize hosy this
project would appeal to her big and gen
erous heart-how gladly she will welcome
US. only a short distance away, on that
nearby hill, we can see where her body
lies; But she Is not there. Her spirit will
pc nere-always hereto greet her friends
In this garden, which more than any other
place on earth is now her home
Yes, on the whole, the Reverend William
had done very well. Already many of
him to tell him so, while others walked
about the memorial garden looking at its
bird baths and feeding stations, its foun-
tains and benches, the flowers and trees
and shrubs that shut it in, giving it its
erect or solitude and remoteness.
Anne Kimball, receiving her share Of
tributes to the committees work, touched
rather absently the hands stretched out
to greet her, smiled rather absently In re-
sponse to the smiles Of others. She was
glad the memorial was an assured success.
To have had 1t anything else was unthink-
able to her, as well as unlikely from the
first to those who knew that Anne Kim
pails brain had always been back OF the
DN'Sh cVhcAuStiohr- DtSpltt tut tIoWu
around her. she felt q deepening of her
isolation. IL only she could diel Not with
any nope of reunion, Of course, but to end
everythingl The cumulative loneliness Of
the years to come pressed upon her like a
weight.
1t was when the sense OF this was strong
est thnt she first saw the child. She her.
self was standing by a sundial, for a
moment a little away from the human ed
dies. near her, and the child was SO close
to her that their garments must have
touched. She was a little girl about six
years old, and now she moved directly In
front OF the chairman. smiling up at her
shyly but with something OF the manner
OF one who expects to be recognized. Anne
looked down at her with interest. She was
not especially fond Of children aud she
could not remember having seen this child
before, though-now that she looked a Sec
ond time-there was something reminiscent
about her. Her clothes, however, were
more striking than this resemblance, and
Anne's attention focused on them. They
we're clean and well made, but they seemed