The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1936-08-21

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the most im-'
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stirring events of the last few years
we're HAPPENING, and the scenes Of ne
first tzvo novels named are laid IN
that country.
All this passed, hurried and con-
man let his arm drop and she darted
across the street, and round to the
staff entrance of the hotel. Hell Hit
Ter" she muttered mechanically to the
doorkeeper-though what they wanted,
here in Bavaria, with that Prussian
nonsense she didn't know: It was an
irritation every time she had to say 1t.
Bavarians, who really were Germans,
and not SlavS like the PrusSians. Athe-
ist Slavs! No better than Russians,
really and completely u%ngebildet:
Trude had all the ~deep-rooted age-long
racial contempt Of the cultured, civ
never deeper than now, when the other
race has succeeded in imposing its
will, in all its arbitrary childiShness,
ON South German life and habits. She
ran up the service stairs, with their
stained and dirty whitewashed walls,
the dust and litter at the angles, and
crammed in between the lift-shaft and
the lavatories, where the chamber
maids of the Bismarckhof kept their
outdoor clothes, and lived and moved
and had their being in the intervals
of their duties. It was exactly ISIS;
Anna Hilger and the cid chambermaid
whom they all called "Tante" were al
ready there. "Gruss Gott," said Trude,
and "Gruss Colt" they replied-they
were all three Bavarians, and in the
privacy of the service room they could
dispense with the unloved official greet
ing. Trude pulled off her waterproof
and her hat and hung them on a peg;
h took out her black indoor shoes,
with the rubber pads on the heels to
make them noiseless, and changed into
them; hen from the same drawer she
drew out a newspaper parcel, and put
on, hurriedly, the cap, collar, cuffs, and
apron which it contained. She was tidy
ing her hair with a pocket comb before
the small cracked mirror on the wall
when die Ritter came ina spare, mid
dle-aged woman, stiff as a piece of ma
chinery in her black dress. Hell Hit
ler," the three maids dutifully NUT
tered; die Ritter was officialdom-to
her it was necessary to use the sacred
Q11TaSe% .
Die Ritter inspected their caps and
aprons with a sniff, and then gave her
instructions; three hot bottles for No.
81, and an extra duvet-the old gentle
man had been cold last night; a bottle
of Giesshubler for No. 26; No. 40 to be
cleaned out between eight, when the
present occupant left, and 1890, when
a fresh client would come in off the
night train. Tante, whose task this was,
suppressed a sigh-she did not dare to
rooms on night shift was always con-
sidered a grievance, and she was old
n tired. There was a foreign lady
come into No. At, die Ritter proceeded,
addressing herself now to Trude-she
only arrived at $50. She would want a
hot bottle, no doubt.
What kind of foreigner?" Trude
asked.
briefly. Trude was vaguely disappoint-
ed; she had hoped it might be an Eng
lishwoman. In spite of the fact that 10
percent was now charged on the bill
for service and tips forbidden, the
English had a lofty habit of forgetting
or disregarding these instructions and
casually handing out tips as before.
But the Americans were too law abid-
ing to do that, the French too mean,
and the Germans, die armen Seelen,
as a rule too poor. Such nonsense, that
10 percent for Service-much of it
came her way! she thought as the bell
buzzed and she hurried off along the
corridor to see what No. As wanted;
die Ritter was in charge of the distri-
1utlon n she had glue on her hands!
No. 46 was an italian woman who
wanted an extra pillow and a glass Of
Vermouth. Trude went back to the
service room, telephoned down for the
vermouth, took it and the pillow, and
then went round the other rooms in
her care, in those which were already
vacated turning down the beds, filling
night clothes. Lovingly she handled the
women's delicate nightgows of chiffon
and lace-she adored pretty clothes
and fine soft materials. She had only
once had a silk nightdress-Otto had
given 1t to her for her to wear on their
wedding night. The tears sprang to
ner eyes as she wiped down the basin
lovely nightdress-ah. her Otto, her
Cooke, how he had loved her, and she
him! While he was alive, working away
as a compositor in Toller's making
good money, she had not had to work
< this and there had been food in
plenty for Lilli, and all had been well
with them. But his lungs were not
then the pneumonia that he took that
winter three years ago had weakened
him still more and he had sunk and
sunk. Money wasted, that getting him
away to q sanitorium; he had been
Wretched there away from her and his
LIN and 1t did no good. Three months
after he went back to Tollers he was
as bad as ever again, and that was
the end. The end of peace and COM
Tort and happiness for her. THE little
I'LL hast thou still" he had mur-
INJURED to her in his weak, husky voice
when they both knew that he was 60
ing, and she had wept at the knowl-
to keep .Lilli, her mind asked when
She was back in the service room, her