The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1936-08-28
Copyright: 1896: BY Ann Bridget
IN TWO PARTS-PART TWO

Everything was difficult even at the
Haupt PoSt-Bureau. There Mrs. Nor
gan James found herself in a large hall
surrounded by windows like the win
dows of boxoffices. each with a legend
above them;, she wandered round,
slowly for she was very tired after
her long journey from London), read
ing the legends, but none said "PoSte
ReStante." It was several years since
Mrs. Morgan James had been in Ger
many and she did not realize how COM
p!etely the language had been purged
time to discover that the window she
wanted was labeled Brief lagernde
Post" Having waited there in the
queue she found she must show her
passport before she could get her letters.
There were two, and both were dis
appointing. One was from Anna Sattel
but while it contained the warmest
explained the serious nature of her
mothers illness, it held out no hope Of
a return. There was clearly no use in
waiting at Munich on her account. The
other was from her son., her only and
much loved son, Morgan. Morgan was
settled in Europe; lie had been in
Spain on business when she came over
meet her at Heidelberg as soon as he
was Through" But he wrote now to
say that this would be impossible,
business" called him back to London
and would keep him there for some
weeks. Middle aged as she was, the
angry tears started to Mrs. James
eyes as she read this. Business! How
could he lie so to her? II was that Lady
'Witley-she had read only a few days
back in the papers of her return from
South Africa to her London house.
It was when she had read these let
tiers a second time, sitting in her
room at the hotel, that she rang the
bell which summoned Trude. There
was nothing to stay in Munich for, and
where else for, she thought sadly; all
those registered marks which she had
got with so much trouble, making her
bank procure double the usual allow
ance so as to entertain Morgan royal
ly, were now useless. Meanwhile, she
was so, so tired, the immediate thing
was to have a light dinner and get to
to sip last thing at night, so she rang
the bell and ordered it. Elm glas katie
milch," she said in her careful Ger
man. She noticed that the maid, neat
and pretty, had a curiously discomfort
ed expression even while she received
the order. It wasn't, Mrs. Morgan
James thought YEARLY, at all a pleas
- NoV PSAA4NHo Sk i
would restore her a bit.
1t didn't. The menu was all in Ger
man and she had great difficulty in
finding out what the dishes consisted
Of; the service was slow and to her
frayed nerves seemed casual and re-
luctant. It was with a weary sense Of
relief that she went upstairs again,
have a bath and then go to bed
there, with her cake of chocolate, her
milk and her book she would get some
nourishment that she could fancy, and
peace and rest. All through her bath
and her rather elaborate night toilet,
she looked forward to that glass Of
milk which was awaiting her beside her
bed.
When she had got into bed, arranged
the light and the pillows, put on her
%spectacles and opened her book, she
put out her hand and lifting the glass,
drank. Pewgh! In sheer disgust she
spat the mouthful back into the
tumbler. It was boiled, full Of floating
fragments Of skin; she had had them
This was too much! Angrily she rang
her bell. They could not even give n
a simple thing like a glass of milk in
this odious hotel!
Trude appeared. Mrs. Morgan James
laboriously and Indignantly demanded
another glass of milk. She had ordered
cold milk-this was cooked milk. 1T is
the tumbler with a strange, almost
covetous, and by no means respectful,
expression on her face.
Yes, but it was gekocht, Mrs. Nor
gan James said irritably, and to show
that 1t was not fresh-what was the
German word for fresh?-she dipped
her finger into the glass and brought
lig!" she said indignantly-the word
for disgusting she did remember.
To her establishment the chamber
maid struck her hand away from the
glass. AT least do not touch it, then
others can drink it," she said furious