Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-04-08
published by special arrangement with
The Chicago Tribune Syndicate)
IN TWO PARTs-PART TWO
III sTORY so FAR

ground on the outskirts Of the city had
been dedicated to her memory. Michael,
a son of Ireland, was placed In charge
as caretaker. Anne kimball, who had
been the closest friend and associate of
Miss Leigh, on the diy of the dedication,
noticed a little red haired girl In the
park gardens. The little lady was diff
ferent from the rest of the children. 4
few weeks after the dedication, Michael,
in conference with Miss kimball, com
planned of the destructive tendencies of
the plcnickers, But, he explained, there
was one little red haired girl who came
every day and alone, who was different
from the others. She always played alone
and never harmed a thing. Miss Kim
ball recognized the little girl at once.
And now the story
Tut it was very peaceful now.
X Anne sat down under one of the
oaks that guarded the Enclosure
and let her ayes drink In the tranquil
beauty of the scene before her. How
fortunate the members Of the COM
mittee had been to find this particu-
lar spot to develop for their purpose,
with it's old trees and natural rocks,
its broad plateau, its gradually slop-
ing hill, and its wonderful vista. The
town was only a mile away, but it
was hidden by woods that lay be-
tween, and only a few slowly rising
columns of smoke, lemon hued
against the sunrise, told of its pres
ence.
At the other end Of the garden Michael
was pruning some bushes. Within hearing,
though concealed behind a clump of trees.
Anne's chauffeur lounged over the wheel Of
his car smoking a cigaret while he waited
for her: Aside from the unobtrusive pres
ence of these two she might have been
alone in the universe. She could not leave,
yet she had not meant to linger. She re-
minded herself that she must get back
home-a few friends were coming to din
ner, but she was increasingly reluctant to
go. 1t was so lovely here; and somehow,
in this hour, the savage heartache she car
ried about with her these days was almost
gone.
Turning, she saw that she was not as
much alone as she had thought. OF In a
corner, a little behind her. the red haired
child was playing alone. How long she had
been there Anne did not know, but she must
have come very quietly. for Michae had
not turned and Miss Kimball herself had
not heard the crunch of footsteps on the
gravel paths or the swapping of twigs. The
child looked and acted as If she had been
there for hours. She was kneeling before
a bench on which she had spread an array
of small objects, and she was moving these
about with an expression of serious intent
ness.
Anne rose and walked over to her, bend
ing to look down at the game she was play
ing. Evidently a tea party was in prog
ress. The bench had become a table, spread
in whose hollows white pebbles represent
ed food.
Good evening. May l have a cup OF
tea 2"
Miss Kimball asked the question with the
brilliant smile that had so rarely touched
faA I4nn t1tA nnEA rrnn orI Tho All ~
back with shy pleasure. The guest was
surprised by her own request. 1t was
made because old memories had stirred
suddenly at sight of the table, so like play
tables where she had sat many years ago,
The child did not speak. but she sedately
filled a leaf cup with imaginary tea, poured
with a capable little hand from a round
teapot made OF an especially large leaf, and
held 1t out to her caller. Miss Kimball
sat down on the end of the bench and put
her lips to the leaf cup. She knew every
move Of this game, for she had played it a
thousand times in her own childhood, with
just such plates and cups, made from just
such leaves. The coincidence interested
of today making leaf cups and plates. She
was glad to know they still did it. And OF
course a lonely child in this garden had to
make her own toys with what she found
there.
For a moment the chairman's mind DIAL
lied with the thought that there really
should be something here for children to
play with. AS 1t was there was nothing
save what they brought themselves. Two
or more together could run about and play
tag. On the other hand, the toys one made
were much more fascinating than any other
kind. In their childhood she and Mar
garet had made hundreds of sets of Leaf
and flower dishes.
The chairman's thoughts returned to the
fact that she had a companion-that, In
deed, she was at a party. Almost mechan
ically she proceeded with the game of forty
years ago.
May ! have another cup, dear Mrs. Dem.
%orestf" she asked. "This was so very
good. I'm so glad dropped in to call
But | can't stay long, for my twins are
very sick
She stopped and smiled at herself. Those
twins" had been the choicest mental pos
sessions of her extreme youth, and from
the time she was four till she was ten re
citals Of their vicissitudes had enlivenet
the tea tables where she as Mrs. Mont
morency and Margaret as Mrs. Demores
played together by the hour. Since then
till this sudden resurrection, those twin
had been lost sight of; but their reappear
ance did not startle Mrs. Demorest. Sh,
poured more tea with a willing hand. i
was an interesting example of unconsciou
celebration that had given the twins lif'
her catch her J. cath was the child's smil,
and the look IN the red-brown eyes which
suddenly met her own. For an instant tn,
earth rocked. Then Anne shook her heat
with a choked laugh. II her nerves wer'
going back on her to this extent she'd bet
ter do something about 1t.
$50 l promised Georgina I'd be bacl
soon,' she added lightly as she accepted
pebble biscuit. "How delicious your bis
cults are, Mrs. Demorestl'
But che didn't leave as early as she ex
pected to. The game proved too absorbing
and the way details came back to her wa
nothing short of amazing. She describes
the sufferings of Georgie-Georgina's twil
brother. Anne had always talked nue.
more than Margaret at their little teas, blu
usually 1t was Margaret who devised tn
characters and the new Incidents. Today
hostess was like Margaret In the matter 0
that she had not talked at all, though sh
had not observed this during the game. /
had been a fascinating game. AT the mem
cry of 1t the next morning Anne smile,
again, wondering what her friends Of to
day would have thought If they had see
her. They would hardly have recognizes
the eminently practical Miss Klmball Il
the eager playmate of the red haired child
1t was The quaintness Of the little thin
that Interested her-her quaiutness and
Juggling memory and an odd resemblance
from which the chairman's consciousness
SHE'D like a frightened horse.
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