The Daily Missoulian. [volume] (Missoula, Mont.) 1904-1961, 1917-11-18

still retained an undcrglow of its orig
| inal sandy hue. a hue now to be more
| clearly seen in her complexion and
cyclashcs. She was attircl, over her
| sandy colorcd cashmere dress, in one
of those peculiarly rcpcllant garments
falsely known as a fascinator. For she
was nursing a grievance at having
come over" chilly the evening before,
and she was still nursing her chilliness
in spite of the glory of the morning.
"Ha." doomed Mr.. Pollock, with sat
isfaction, over his Times. "Those
beastly Germans are beginning to get
was they deserve at last Those who
don't get killed in the war ought to
be chloroformed off the face of the
earth, by cad they ought"
| Miss Myrtle, who pridcd herself on
having a true lady's consideration for
| the feelings Of others. cast a deprccat-
| ing glance at the only other occupant
of the room, Fraulen Schroeder, whose
face, however. above her Daily Mirror,
| remained quite unperturbed No one
| had ever seen her out of temper; she
seemed to have all the placid good ma
ture and quietude of spirit of the best
of her race. Her small kindly brown
eyes beamed up now through her spec
| tacles, and in response to Miss Myr-
ties indignant, "Mr. Pollock, remem-
Der our friend the enemy" she only
remarked mildly:
but YOU forget, both of you, have
been naturalized for 20 years. There
is such thing as gratitude. an at
lection of the soul, which outwcighs
even the ties Of blood"
VERY right sentiments, madam" de-
clared Mr.. Pollock, land / beg to state,
Miss Myrtle, that | consider myself
b, at liberty to make whatever remarks
| like in an English boarding house."
Miss Myrtle, raising her sandy pom
padour, dropped a purl-or Il plain
and protested anew: Mr.. Pollock,
please. Not a boarding house. A
private hotel
Il am a plain Englishman," answered
! Mr.. Pollock, land l. call a spade
spade
Indeed. yes" retorted Miss Myrtle
on feline flash. land table napkin
a serviette.' She allowed a larger
shiver than usual to course through
her person.
! Cold, madam? Feel a draueht
madam" asked Mr.. Pollock, cycling
, the fascinator with disfavor
THANK YOU, not more than usual
since | came over with my chill yes
| tcrday evening. | must say turning
SO that she directed her conversation
toward Fraulein Schroeder. that ! felt
distinctly hurt that Mrs. Sanaerson
should have refused my request for u
i fire here last night. | was so cold by
, the time | went mp to bed that | could
! not get warm all night in spite Of my
bed socks. BESIDES. my bedroom is
by the bathroom, and | declare the
damp came right through into me-
beautiful day said Mr.. Pollock
hastily, soon put you right He was
mancuverins to try and get the French
windows open, there having already
been unpleasantness on the subject
between him and Miss Myrtle.
IF only one could have a fire in the
evening"" continued that lady but
Mrs. Sanderson was so peculiar about
it one might have thought there was
some law against it."
But, dear Miss Myrtle" put in
Fraulein Schroeder. pacific as usual,
you forget that Mrs. Sanderson Of
fered to light you a fire in your bed
room.
Indeed said Miss Myrtle sarcas-
tically, "and am to retire to my room
every time wish to get warm"
Mr.. Pollock. who liked nobody 10 get
quarrelsome but himself, here broke
in with: "All that idiot Brent's fault
fancy letting his bath run over! Never
heard of such thing, Upon my soul
! fhipl,
tient, considering the condition of tn,
lounge"
That is very true" said Fraulein
} Have you seen the ceiling, Mr.. Pol,
LOCKE"
, 'ies. and the carpet" said Mr.. Pol.
! lock, that's past praying for. Really
! irresponsible idiots like Brent SHOULD
not be allowed loose: they are dan.
ger to the public. Should have though
myself that he could have found some
thing better to do than incoming abou
the seaside at Il time like this" II,
: folded the Times afresh and bounced
f on a new paragraDh like dog on :
: bone. ''By CAD, have you seen this
, Miss Myrtle?" he demanded. "An,
a other spy caught hanging around SOM
1 MISUNDERSTANDING to put germs il
! the reservoir, III bet my nat. AM
n they haven't shot him, Haven't evel
+ imprisoned him. Discharged him witt
= "a caution Just like we English,
sentimental set of idiots. If | wer
Y head of the war Office
e But what Mr. Pollock would hay
S done to set the nation and the arm
= to rights had he been in a position I
: do so was not to be unveiled jus
h ithen, for he was interrupted by tn