The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-09-20
CATASTROPHE

Published by Special Arrangements with The
Chicago Trtbune-New York views synoicate'
Incorporated
copyrisht: 1895: BY In WHITE
PART ONE)
SARA RISKS HER LIFE IN AN Eff
FORT TO SAVE A GROUP OF
YOUNG MILLIONAIRES FROM AN
UNRECOGNIZED PERIL.
The night before the last expedition
Of her holiday Stella was oppressed by
looked at the noisy crowd OF young
people in the hotel lounge with a feel
ing of responsibility.
Ought she warn them Of their
Her common sense told her that she
had no facts to offer them; she prob
ably was exaggerating the windy boast
ing of an egomaniac. Many young men
had attacks of Red rash, yet developed
into normal, good citizens. It was main
ly youths recognition that the social
system is not perfect.
Yet from the first Ivan Morgan gave
her the impression Of being an enemy
to society. He reminded her of some
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hatred, and he made no secret of his
views.
Tired from her train journey and
seated by herself in the lounge, she
noticed at once that the slovenly young
man with famished eyes and spikes of
black hair was also an outsider. No n
spoke to him O. took the slightest
notice of him. He slumped in his chair,
his arms folded and his eyes scorching
thu fopn orI fir1,ro If q hoo11tif1,1
blonde who was taking part in a hectic
When Stella tried vainly to attract
the attention of a waiter he crossed
over to her side.
waste of time to ring" His voice
grated unpleasantly. Since the mil
lionaires have condescended to honor
airy visitors must wait on themselves
or go without"
"Then it's an abominable scandal"
Stella spoke sharply, for she wanted
her coffee. II shall complain to the
agency when I get back. I've paid for
service"
"Don't" Ivan made a dramatic ges-
ture which revealed black trimmed nails.
Don't blame the walters . They're only
the ~spineless victims of the rotten cap
italist system which must be smashed
if we want to build a brave new world"
Stella soon discovered that he could
reel off that kind of speech without any
encouragement, but she listened to him
and even drew him out-partly because
she was an intelligent girl who liked
to study types of humanity and partly
he learned that she had a job on the
staff Of a big London hotel, he claimed
her sympathy as a fellow worker.
She soon grasped the facts OF his
grievance. The hotel was shut during
the winter and wa only full for SIX
weeks in the summer; during the rest OF
the time it was run on a skeleton staff
for the benefit of such tourists as took
out-of-seaSOn holidays.
The village was miles away from a
railway station, but was an excellent
| center from which to explore the num-
eroyts historic ~ruins-abbeyS and cha
teaux-set amid wild and picturesque
scenery. Probably for that reason a
party of riotous young people n a 1leeG
of luxury car had suddenly sWoopeo
down for lunch and then-on p
had decided to make it their head
quarters.
Coming in the dead season they prov
ed a little gold mine to the proprietor
and not unnaturally the staff became
| demoralized. Money flowed constant
ly into the bar and walters reaped a
rich harvest of tips. The handful OF
ordinary visitors went to the wall.
Stella, however, was swift to prove
her mettle, for she forced a surly waiter
to bring her coffee. While she drank
it she smoked a cigaret, while she stud
led the crowd.
They seemed much ~alike-young, at
| tractive, high spirited, and strangers
to any form of inhibition or restraint.
Apparently unconscious of any one out
| side their own circle, they behaved as
though this particular hotel had been
created for their pleasure and use. 1t
was plain that they believed that they
were roughing it in the wilds, and
their Joking remarks were so frank that
Stella thought it wa fortunate that the
walters could not understand English.
The proprietor, who was a lin
guist, merely shrugged and smiled at
his cash register, but Ivan took up the
cudgels for him and literally spurted
| venom as he harangued Stella.
Look at that swillipg mob of drunk
en- swine. They know nothing. They
don't know the meaning Of hunger, or
pain, or fear. They're stuffed with food
instead of ideas . But if I were to
hurl a bomb into their midst they'd be
nothing but bloody rags"
you'd be blown up, too," Stella re-
minded him.
what of it? Deaths nothing. LIES
nothing" His eyes smouldered. But
what a SCOOP. The heirs to millions all
here together. What a blow to strike
at capitalism. The man who did that
would be a hero"
He'd be a murderer"
mo. An avenger. These millionaireS
are mass murderers. See that girl"
He pointed to the beautiful blonde.
That's Mitzi Cross, heiress to sweated
millions. She's a human being, like
myself. Yet she doesn't know I'm
made of flesh and blood, too. When we
meet she doesn't see me. If I speak
to her she doesn't hear . . I hate her"
The boredom of her first evening va
typical of the days to follow and it soon
became plain to Stella that this special
holiday was not a success. The mil
lionaires-to use 1van's collective title