The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-08-16
"Wynne won't marry"

"Wynne won't marry"
1--WE never heard him mention it.
He'd marry you if he were in love with
you. My husband did; and he knew
what he was about then. I don't think
Wynne's ever been interested in you
Flip dear. I wish he was. There's
nothing in his manner to suggest ..
Flip knelt down by the bed. With
hands as cold as ice she took the two
flaccid trembling hands of the mother
of the man she loved.
"You gave me your word, Flip!"
II know! I know! But I've got to
show you why you can't let this thing
go on; and why you've got to tell Wyn-
ne and the world that he isn't Norman
Syretts son."
Fit Russell came down to breakfast
stupefied to apparent calm by Sleep
less night. She could not even think
any more. It was as desperate nervous
exhaustion as that.
Lefty Broad joined her.
afternoon?"
what show?"
millions of Nazis. A parade. They
say they'll have a monarchy again be-
fore long. I want to hear the music.
German music does something to you.
It thumps inside you. Elsie and Percy
are going to see it."
II expect We'll all CO."
Flip felt as if she had been secretly
i'll long, long time. All night until
the dawn she had striven with Mabel
Syrett. Argued, pleaded, stormed and
groveled to be released from her vow of
silence. Now she had left Mabel sleep
ing as peacefully as little child, but
with her morale and her obstinacy
alike completely mistaken.
The eight of them were waiting to-
gether on the fringe of the crowd, near
the curb. Percy Lords arm was round
his wife. Lefty Broad was watching
Clarke Syrett and George Brown a
trifle apprehensively. Mabel Syrett had
her arm thrust defiantly through her
from Flip Russell. Wynne said:
"They even seem to be breathing in
rythm, all these thousands Of people,
like one big, strong beast"
No one seemed to know whether Adolf
Hitler was round the corner taking the
salute on the raised platform.
The brown wave started to flow past
them.
Strong, sunburned, uplifted young
faces surging by in serried lines.
God! Aren't they m arvelo'us S!
breathed George Brown. They've some
thing to live for; a uniform, a dis
ciplined life"
$50 have convicts then" Kissed
Clarke Syrett.
Suddenly a banner was carried by
them, a Nazi banner with the sun
shining on it.
George Browns hand sprang to his
hat in the salute. 1t was an instructive,
emotional gesture:
II wont stand for that" said young
Clarke Syrett sharply, and smacked
down the hand
Instantly bedlam broke loose. Some
one seized F1ip'S arm and twisted it
until she screamed with agony. George
Brown was knocked down and trampled
on. A Gordon Of angry officialdom sur
rounded them. Lefty chung to Percy
Lord. Percy Lords arms we're round
Elsie trying to keep her on her feet.
Angrily officialdom rounded them up.
They found themselves hustled, protest.
ing and explaining, through the streets
in company with their aggressors.
The English were all herded together
in one room. The official in charge
was courteous and careful. There were
high, barred windows. He sent in huge
delectable tarts, but he explained that
he must get in touch with those in
higher authority. He seemed both
and apologize
Mabel Syrett gave him name and
telephone number on piece of paper
and asked him to communicate i'm
He seemed to know it and
promised unhappily to do his best.
whoever you think you know. dear,
it can't do us much good for the NOM
ent." said Wynne gently.
George Brown was bruised and COW
cred with cuts and abrasions and in
considerable pain. His clothes were
tattered. soiled and torn. He was full
Of incoherent. broken hearted apology
and genuine dismay at what had befal-
len them.
Elsie and Percy Lord were the least
worried. They were together and no
bones broken and Elsie had been pro-
tected by her male with a gentle
ferocity and quiet courage that warmed
the cookies Of her heart.
"You see." said Mabel. Hell come"
Who'll come, dear?"
my friend"
II wish you wouldn't be quite so mys-
terious!" said Wynne with an unusual
note Of irritability in his pleasant voice.
He was watching Flip, and he longed
to comfort and succor her.
She looked tragic and defeated, and