The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-07-26
by Special Arrangements With The
Chicago Tribune-New York News Syndicate.
Incorporated

WOULD HAVE CHANGED
HER INTO MISS MURPHY
It meant something to be Janice
Camp and walk the streets of Mere
dith. Or, rather, it had used to mean
something. Janice was not at all lure
a lot Of difference about a thing ike
that-about many things.
There was the Campo hospital still
standing on a hill above the town, of
course. It looked very broad and low
and hospitable and clean, standing
there in its red brick and white Co.
lonial trim. It gave an impression of
strength and endurance. Perhaps as
long as it stood it would mean some
thing to be Janice Campo in Meredith.
sure.
She swung around the corner of
Eleventh street and into Tremaine
square and now the huge new light and
power building hid the hospital from
her sight. She walked %negligently,
swiftly, but her carriage was good.
Years Of riding and tennis, swimming
and golf had taken are of that. She
had been for two years a member of the
fencing team at her school. $50 what?"
she'd have questioned indifferently, if
that fact had been brought to her at
tention now.
There certainly wasn't any one to
fence with in Meredith. There hadn't
been, recently, any one to golf or tennis
with, either. Horses at So an hour were
out Of the question. It had been, on
the whole, easier to slip out of the
crowd than to hang on.
It all came down, in the end, to a
question of men,. If there had been
| 0no norfiorr1or mon fN mol 10 q mint re-
her staying in the crowd, perhaps, she'd
have bothered. There had been lots
Of men, but NJ one man. Not with
Dinge Barley off somewhere building
bridges. Not with Howdy Wright mar
ried to Bee Lynn. AS for the rest,
they didn't see you places and you
dropped out of their ken.
She crossed the square and went
down Holmes and up Jamison. still
and forth between MERGERS millinery
department and the three-room apart
ment she and her mother had taken
in the dark brown and somewhat moldy
looking Fremont Arms was to be her
only exercise, it didn't hurt to take the
long way round.
Its not sentiment" she'd have in
sisted, with her old clans horror of
sentiment. It was just nice to see the
house, to slacken her pace and come
upon it more slowly, to glance up and
see it there, as always, stanch and Sc
cure and wrapped around with a lot
of memories no n else could share.
It was large, %four-square, fortnight,
like the hospital was, like DR.. Alonzo
Camp himself had been. It had a
suggestion of the Colonial, but wasn't
pure Colonial. None of the houses on
generous, tree shaded Jamison, too nea
town to be smart any more, was purely
anything. But they were comfortable,
solid.
said Alonzo Campo, M. D.. was down
had hurt a little, but just at first; later
on she'd been glad. An empty house
took on an air of neglect. She'd hoped
the new doctor would be some one who
cared about tulips. and it seemed that
he had. Some of the bulbs were rather
rare and valuable; they had been a
hobby of DR.. Campus.
wind blowing, Janice raised her eyes
and knew why she had stayed away
from the house for a week. It was to
have this riot of color burst upon he;
with a shock of fulfilled anticipation
which stung her eyes to sudden tears.
But that wasn't sentiment, either. She
quickened her step in immediate denial
Of it.
Are you tired?" her mother ques-
toned. "Sit down, dear. There are
three letters"
"Of course not" she said, Sitting the
letters absently. It didn't even hurt,
any longer, that there was no letter
from Dinge Barley.
Somehow when her father had died
two years ago, she'd had an unformu-
lated thought that Dinge would be the
one to stick by. He hadn't. It just
hadn't cut deep enough with him, that
was all. Nor with her. If it had cut
deep enough she wouldn't be thinking
about it so equally now.
II keep hoping the dividends will
come back" he mother said. AT least
enough that you can get out of that
1T isn't 50 bad" Janice flicked her
napkin open. They ate dinner at a
gate-leg table in the living room in
these cramped quarters. "You have
such medieval ideas about the marts Of