The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-02-22

am glad Of her Christian name for it
mas always been my favorite. In the
past' up to this night, my lot has
thrown me mostly among my seniors,
ano l have sometimes wished I was old,
SO as to be done with the clutches Of
youth. I am not afraid Of them now.
l am no hand at describing the garb
OF beauty, and the nearest I can get
10 her, after much communing, is that
sne IS a long stalk Of loneliness. She
carried a large muff Of fur, and at
tlmes would raise it to her face as If
sne Knew no better than to think it was
a scent-bottle. OF peep over it like a
sitting bird in the bole of a tree. There
was a diverting hood over her head. |
"h1rh. for some reason I cannot as vet
derermine. von could have cot IN smil-
ing terms with though you had met
1t hanging on a mob.
She is from Edinburgh. and It was
70 convex her here that I saw the
Grand House carriage going in to
Hranders yesterday. I have seer her
1or twenty minutes only. There is such
a beloved huskiness in her voice that
she should be made to say everything
twice. She glides no a manse stair
with what I take to be the lithesome-
ness OF a panther. I like her we'll when
she is naughty, and ven better when
she IS melting. and best of all when she
IS the two together, which she often is.
I was all throughither when she sat
down on one of my horsehair chairs
That T hav1 hifhnr4n hold ~ e~,411 ~
count. She looked as meek at that
moment as if a dove was brooding in
her face. It Is not beauty of person
that I heed but internal beauty. which
in her is as plain to read as if she wore
it outside. What I would last part with
is the way her face sparkles, not just
her eyes but her whole face. That
comes and goes, and when it has gone
there is left the sweet LONELINESS that
is woman's surest promise to man. Fine
I knew, that for ever I needed none but
her.
Fain would I have made observations
to her that put a minister in a favor
able light. I am thinking that the Old
Lady spoke at times, for she is a mas
terpiece at conversation, but all I re-
member of her is that she o fell
asleep in my big chair, which is a way
she has. This indifference to others
has sometimes annoyed me at kirk
meetings (where we have to pause till
she wakes up), but not on this occasion.
In my lecture I had spoken about
humour which is profound and humour
which is shallow, such as pulling away
your chair. Miss Julie Logan said to
me in the manse that she was only
interested in the profound kind, with
its r~amifications and idiosyncrasies.
She said she found it a hard kind to
detect, and wished she could be so in
structed as to recognize profound hu-
mour whether written or spoken. When
she said this there was something so
pleading in her eyes, that, instead OF
replying in a capable manner, I offered
to explain the thing with a bit of paper
and a pencil. I drew a note Of ex-
clamation, and showed her how they
we're put into books, at the end of sem
fences, to indicate that the remark was
of a humorous character. She got the
loan of the pencil and practised max
ing notes of exclamation under my in
struction.
She said she questioned whether pro-
found humour would not still battle
her in the spoken word, and I agreed
that here it was more difficult, but told
her that if you watched the speakers
face narrowly you could generally tell
by a CLINT in it; and If there was no
CLINT his was the mistake and not
yours. She asked me to say something
humorous to her the while she would
watch for the CLINT, which I did, and
she saw it. She said she feared it would
be a long time before she could do my
CLINT, and asked me to watch her face
while she practised it; and I was very
willing.
She said she would like to have my
opinion on the statement of an English
man about the bagpipes-namely, that
they sound best if you are far away
from them, and the farther away the
better. Other people present had
laughed at that, and could I tell her
why? I said that no doubt what they
laughed at was at the mans forgetting
that if you were too far away from the
pipes you would not hear them at all.
Even in those moments I was not
such a gawk as to be unaware that /!
was making a d%eplorable exhibition OF
myself. Whatever she seemed to want
me to say I just had to say it, for the
power had gone from me to show her
that I was not mentally deficient. How
ever, when it cam to this about the
pipes I broke down in shame and hid
my face on the table.
She was taken aback and raised my
head gently, and was woebegone when
she saw the ruin she had made.
"TIave I hurt you?" she asked, and l
could just nod.
why did you let me?" she asked,
and I answered darby. II cannot help
saying or doing whatever Miss Julie
Logan wants" =.
The MET differed on her ayes as II