Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1936-08-15
A GLASS OF MILK

trees IN the sunshine. But the doctor
at the clinic said LII ought % 20
right away I'D into the mountains to
do her any good, ~Otherwtse Il won't
last long" he had said with sad direc-
tons, looking at her with his kind.
tired eyes.
o. du lieber Colt, what shall / do?
Trude asked herself, sitting there on
her hard chair under the bell indicator
in the bare, chilly room The smell Of
food came up the service staircase from
the kitchen below and maddened her,
as 1t always did. Food-oceans Of good,
rich food. food wasted In heaps, and
at home never enough for Iilli even,
let alone for Mutt and herself. How
could she send the child away 70 that
mountain farm Mutt knew Of, when
they would have to pay for the Journey
and pay for her there? Fifty marks a
month, it couldn't be sless-Six months
would cost three hundred marks. and
the doctor had said six months at least
Putting down her knitting she sat
staring at the blank. discolored wall
opposite. There was only one way.
Only one way" she repeated under
her breath-to do as Herr Paul the
head waiter, wished. Ten marks an
evening he said he would give-and
dresses, too. Herr Paul was rich In the
restaurant tips were larger and he
had his own ways Of making q bit
commissions on orders, arrangements
with brewerieS. She had one free eve
ming a week-if he was as good as his
word that would be forty marks q
month. And, Herr Jel she would see
TO 10 that he was as good as his word
II she did that with himI Her little
weary face stiffened into ferocity at
the thought, staring at the blank wall
in the empty room. Hateful, odious
man, with his smooth skin and his
sleek, thick gray hairl But then her
face changed. o how could she? I'M
whispering, "Gockel Gockel" to her
self, and hid her face in her hands.
'Buzzl" went the ben. sharply, lust
over her head. She sprang to her feet
and looked at the indicator. No. Al
was up. CHANGING in the mirror she
Strengthened her cap and hurried off
along the corridor.
Mrs. Morgan James was not only
very tired she was thoroughly dispir-
tied. She had come to Munich purely
and solely to see her old friend Count
ess Sattel, and Countess Sattel was not
there; she had hurried away suddenly
to the wilds Of Pomerania to the bed
side of her aged mother. But 1t had
taken AIRS. Morgan James a long time,
and cost her a great deal OF compli-
Gated effort, to find this out. She had
expected to find q warm letter of greet
ing on her arrival at the hotel and
there had been no letter-though sure
ly she had said that she would be
staying at the Bismarckhof2 mo,
there Is no letter." said the reception
clerk, sharply and unamiably His
snappish manner depressed Mrs. Nor
gan James even while IL irritated her I
Puzzled and disturbed, she decided TO
telephone. But this was not so easy.
The telephone clerk, sitting with her
headphones on pushing little colored
spindles in and out Of holes, and call
ing messages to the page boys, was so
busy that 1t was hard 10 get her atten- /
ton; when she had taken in Mrs. Nor
gan James query she merely pushed
the directory at her. With some trouble
Mrs. Morgan James found the number
but her German was not very good
and she said @drei-und-funfzig" in
stead Of ''funf-und-d reizig," and so
got the wrong number the first time.