Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1935-08-03

/ A fearful tenderness that pulled a
me roots OF her heart 50 much that slls
ley physically sick as the onslaught
engulfed her.
The strange. loud night voice Of FIiy
russell was quiet. In the silence Elsie
Lord slipped out Of bed and went x
the open window.
i, o Godl How unDearably beautiful
the world wasi How terribly lovely
venice was. and the water, and the
moonl What could she "a about NJ
All that wasted beauty Of which she
mad been 50 prodiQal.
| Percy Lord sat up In bed.
Eiisles-what are you doing? You're
NO"
Then what on earth is It? mean
what are you doing sitting thereq"
'Percy-could you come here2"
"What-to the Window"
he climbed out Of bed and stood
There, uncertain and miserable and
PERCY can't bear Il"
"Venice?"
Not Venice. The way we are living. /"
I see. What can I dor I'm sorry,
Elsie. I'm stupid. I'm hardly awake. ("
4
wanting TO tell you that q long time.
I can't waste time. I'm getting old and
frightened There must be q way back
II we're patient and humble.
He stared ct her. He stared and star
ed. Then suddenly he said In a brok-
en- voice, thick with tears:
There's-there s-quite q moon to-
Germany is full Of people cowed and
suppressed The atmosphere is lousy
with repressions and injustices. They
stinkl"
The two young men glared at each
other.
Flip Russell demanded a light for her
cigaret very deliberately from Clarke
Syrett and looked into his hot, intoler-
ant young eyes with a vastly exag-
gerated nonchalance.
This is a holiday" she mentioned
lightly, mot political meeting"
Elsie buttered q roll for her hus-
band, absent mindedly smiling. They
were very gentle with each other.
You'd think one Of them was ex-
pecting to die" the boy Brown had
said one morning when they had been
waiting for the Lords to put in an ap-
Look how fit everybody looks mem
toned Brown belligenertly. Everybody
In England looks as IL they're sickening !
for something and going nowhere in /
particular while they're waiting for 1t |
10 develop"
Il wish you could have a day in a
Nazi concentration campl I don't |
wish you longer than that. Clarke
Syrett countered passionately.
IN al
oatted her husband on the arm with |
he new, touching timidity that en-
.hanted him.
TEL them they mustn't, PercyI It's
% Silly-here"
you mustn't worry, dear" said
Percy gently. We're English"
Flip Russell watched them under her
hick black eyelashes and marveled.
She had not the faintest idea that she
lad been instrumental in creating the
Happy state Of affairs. She knew she
alked loudly In her sleep, but she had
10 idea when she did 1t, except when
he woke herself shouting. These oc-
asions were less and less frequent. She
lad to be terribly overwrought
They had fingered on in Germany
nd Austria. They we're in the fifth
1eek Of their holiday; but they were
II moneyed people who could afford
sisure, and the experience was invalu-
bic to Flip. She was sending delicious
resh little sketches Of Berlin life to all
er papers.
Meme Damen und Hersen, where
be devil are Wynne and his mother"
-etted the boy Brown quite amiably.
I'm starving"
Here's Wynne," said Elsie Lord
Flip's eyes watched her beloved.
Where's mother?' he demanded,
,ining them. II left her at a tailor's.v
81 expect she's succumbed."
They laughed and made room for
I'm, chartered Of what they had Just
rdered. what they had been doing
lat morning.
They had grown into an easy, af-
familiarity with each other
the five weeks.
IT wonder why Hitler dislikes the
Tvs so much" Lefty Broad wondered
".
sHe's very Ill educated man." Clark
yrett told her II expect he's only
st heard of the Crucifixion, and it's
lnoyed him."
Hes an intellectual" spluttered the
y Brown. who had little intellect and
IS sense Of humor.
LETS have a nice, peaceful lunch,
US, urged Flip.
She looked up.
Wynne's pretty, blonde, foolish and
urotic mother was fluttering toward
EN-. She looked distraught and even
lguer than usual Her eyes we're
ring out Of her head.