The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-12-31

oath or two. Nothing left but to crawl
into bed" he said, as they reached the
sleepers. "Well-good night" He dis
appeared through the narrow door of
his compartment.
Anita made her way through the jolt
ing train back to her own compart-
ment. She peered out of the window
and up into the sky. It. was, a clear
night in November. It seemed to her
that, even at this short distance from
Thaya, the stars had a. different look.
They reached Vienna just before day
the glass dome and moke plumes of
the South Station. gripping the clasp
Of her bag, the wreath pressed to her
stomach.
"Can I drop you somewhere" asked
Herr Osten, appearing abruptly at her
shoulder. A liveried chauffeur was car
rying his two suitcaseS.
II don't know" she said uncertainty.
i've got to go to the fourth precinct"
Just where In going" he said, and,
hand on her elbow, marched her out
of the station.
I'm not shaved" said Herr Osten,
when she was seated beside him in the
car. That was obvious. Anita looked
pretty haggard herself. She told Herr
Osten too. about the funeral and her
legacy. What in the world will you
do with all that money!" he leased.
Herr Ammer wants to put a restau-
rant in behind the station" she said.
The big city was emerging from the
morning mists. Anita pressed her face
against the pane and. peered eagerly
out. Milkwagons, workmen IN caps,
were still closed, the sidewalks deserted.
He said: What are you doing this
evening? May I show you a little OF
Vienna'S night life?"
THANK you" she said, "but I won't
be here: I'm taking the 6 O'Clock back
tonight"
Here we are" said Herr Osten, as
the a stopped. Anita thanked him.
Herr Osten held her hand rather tight
from the car and removed his hat. It
was a lovely, courteous gesture, even
though his hair waS too thin.
Maybe you'll change your mind" ne
said. It'll give you my phone number"
and tucked a visiting card into her
hand.
The relatives upstairs, who looked
and talked exactly like the people in
Thaya. The coffin, the smell of tuber-
roses and stearin candles. h process
sion of black rented cars to the Gene
terry outside the city. The news OF the
legacy had struck Anita like a blow
OVGr Tile 1l6dQ. one WAS SOll1 SGupC14CO
about it. She didn't really wake up till
the relatives were all gathered together
in the sullen atmosphere of the at
torney's office. A monotonous voice
read the will aloud. Anita's name was
one Of the last to be mentioned.
Eight hundred shillings-nice lump
Of money" whispered the woman sit
ting beside her. The red feather had
long since vanished from Anita's hat
and she sat submissively on the edge
of the chair in her tight black suit.
The eight hundred shillings whirled
round in her head. Not enough to start
a restaurant.
Shortly before three Anita was stand
ing on the street, free till the train
left at six. 80" she thought, this Is
the big CITY," Streets, shops. show win
dows, cars buses, people, people, people.
Anita let the current sweep her along.
The red banner was floating from her
hat again.
And So, a little tired and feverish
with excitement, lips parted and hands
chilled, she anne to the window that
held the blue dress. A long dress with
q long cape-the only thing on display.
A color unknown In Thaya, q line
straight out Of Q dream. Anita stared
ct the dress, went on, returned. Her