The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1935-08-09

A fearful tenderness that pulled at
the roots of her heart so much that she
felt physically sick as the onslaught
engulfed her.
The strange, loud night voice of Flip
RusSell was quiet. In the silence Elsie
LORD Slipped out Of bed and went to
the open window.
o Godl How unpearably beautiful
Inc world was! How terribly lovely
venice was; and the water, and the
moon! What could she do about it?
All that wasted beauty of which she
mad been so prodigal. .
Percy Lord sat up in bed.
.fisle-what are you doing? You're
not an feeling ill9" :.
Then what on earth is it? I mean
what are o doing sitting there?"
"percy-eouid you come here?"
'-What-to the Window"
He climbed out of bed and stood
there, uncertain and miserable and
sleepy.
Percy can't bear it."
"Venice?"
Not Venice. The way we are living"
Il see. What can I do? I'm sorry,
Elsie. I'm stupid. I'm hardly awake"
Percy, I still love you. I've been
wanting to tell you that a long time.
! can't waste time. I'm getting old and
If we're patient and humble.
He stared at her. He stared and star
ed. Then suddenly he said in a brok-
en- voice, thick with tears:
"There's-there's-quite a moon to-
night"
Germany is full of people cowed and
suppressed ! The atmosphere is lousy
with repressions and injustices. They
stink"
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 a political meeting"
Elsie buttered a 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 hac
said n morning when they had beer
waiting for the Lords to put in an ap-
pearance.
Look how fit everybody looks" men.
toned Brown belligenertly. Everybody
in England looks as if they're sickenine
for something and going nowhere II
particular while they're waiting for i
to develop"
IT wish you could have a day in {
Nazi concentration camp! I dom
wish you longer than that Clarke
Syrett countered passionately.
Elsie Lord, blind to every one else
patted her husband on the arm with
tho nnu tN11ohirr tjnai1ifv that on,
chanted him.
Tell them they mustn't, Percy! IT.
so silly-here."
YOU mustn't worry, dear" sale
Percy gently. We're English"
Flip Russell watched them under he.
thick black eyelashes and marveled
She had not the faintest idea that sht
had been instrumental in creating tn
happy state of affairs. She knew sh'
no idea when she did it. except whe1
she woke herself shouting. These oc
casions were less and less frequent. Sh'
had to be terribly overweight.
They had fingered on in German,
and Austria. They were in the fifth
week Of their holiday: but they wer
all moneyed people who could affort
leisure, and the experience was invalu
able to Flip. She was sending deliciou
fresh lCCle SkeJCIleS VI beTu1l l1e W a.
her papers.
"Meine Damen und Hersen, wher
the devil are Wynne and his mother,
fretted 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
joining them. II left her at a tailor's.
IT expect she's succumbed."
They laughed and made room 70
him, chartered of what they had jus
ordered, what they had been doin
that morning.
They had grown into an easy, at
fectionate familiarity with each othe
in the five weeks.
IT wonder why Hitler dislikes tn
Jews so much" Lefty Broad wondere
idly.
Hes a very i'll educated man." Clar
Syrett told her. II expect he's onl
just heard of the C~rucifixion, and it
annoyed him"
Hes an intellectual" spluttered tn
boy Brown, who had little intellect an
less sense of humor.
Lets have a nice, peaceful lunch
boys" urged Flip.
She looked up.
Wynne's pretty. blonde, foolish an
neurotic mother was %fluttering towar
them. She looked ~distraught and eve
5 wagner than usual. Her eyes Wer
} staring out of her head.