The Hardin tribune-herald. [volume] (Hardin, Mont.) 1925-1973, 1937-07-16
Its Mine O'clock i'm Cairo


In a ~war-decked Paris she found
work. Newspaper editors for whom
BART had signed by-lines made a place
9 her. She couldn't write wefl-in
al the years between she had never
With the desperation of need. While
she left Craigie with Madame Terroux,
whose husband was with the Hundred
and Ninth Regiment and who, boarded
them in a tiny house not far from
Sa1nte-C happelle, she tramped the city,
interviewing refugees in the Care du
Mord n wounded in the American
Cross and American Ambulance Corps
headquarters, scouting news about
women at the big hotels and the Ameri-
can Embassy.
Through four years she lived on the
trampled shore Of war; but the major
theme of her troubled thoughts was
not war but Craigie, Craigie well,
Uralg1e SICK s Graig 1e crying, laughing,
waiting at the window for her.
through that time her father and
mother had been sending her pleas
TO return to Maryland. She might, she
supposed now, looking out on the golden
dome OF the State House as the ship
swung past Annapolis, have risked her
lne, as other women did, and returned
nome: Always, though the memory Of
the Rotterdam quay and an unac-
knowledged but deeper feeling that
she could not put an ocean between
herSeE and a grave she had never seen
held her. With Armistice signed, she
had to make choice. Then her knowl-
edge that she could earn in Europe a
I1VnllhNnH fNS~ how child owl L@-z11c l.
termined her course.
When she knew that her work must
mean not Paris but a reopened Con-
tlnent, Geneva and Rome and Moscow,
she realized that she couldn't leave
Craigie with comparative strangers
through the time when she'd be trail
ing Marie of Rumania's gold dress
tear until she'd waved her goodby at
Havre, she put her in the care of
a New York Times correspondent and
his wife, and sent her back to the
States.
Alone, she strove to attain enough
recognition in her work to win her
right to signed stories SC that she
a JOB back home; but she never won
it. She never Jaw the Hall of Mirrors
at Versailles, although she counted Mrs.
Wilson's orchids every day. She never
saw the Hall of the Unions in Mos
COW, although she stood in the deep
snow beside John Reeds grave as
K~rupskaya passed on her way to Len
Lloyd George at Geneva, but she wrote
the story of the American woman who
ordered the lake drained in order to
find the ring she had lost in it. She
never met Mussolini, although she cov-
cred the wedding Of an Italian princess
to a Y~ugoslavian king. She never saw
Hitler.
Craigie was 10 when Nan brought
her back to Europe. She put her in
school in Switzerland. Other children
adored Montreaux, but Craigie was &C
utely, miserably unhappy there. In let
tiers and at every visit she told her
mother that she wanted to 60 crab
bling. that she wanted to go sailing on
the chesapeake, that she wanted play
mates who spoke her language, Rodney
Evans and Sally Stevenson and Lucy
Wythe.
For four years in which Nan went
without all the amenities and most
of the comforts of life so that she
could pay the bill, Craigie continued
to hate the school and every other place
ton. When her grandmother died she
begged so piteously to be sent back to
her grandfather that Nan once again
put her on a WeStbound boat. It'll be
seeing you next summer" she prom
ised her.
Ruefully, IS Baltimore doomed from
the bay and the customs inspector went
through her bags, she thought of those
years that the locust had eaten. She
hadn't the money to come back the
next summer or any other. There
wasn't much money in the old house
IN Calvert Town, and she suspected
that what she sent for Craigie was
Keeping 1t up for both her father and
her child. Her job was still fairly good
but not good enough to let her risk
1t. Men and women in the States, let
out OF jobs, were writing the Paris
office, asking for work. Grimly she
held her own, too busy, too troubled
for what little play might be left in
a worried world.
She had been at the Hague, trying
to find out If Wilhelmina would marrv
Oft Juliana to a Scandinavian prince.
when she'd had the forwarded cable
gram from Craigie, asking her to come
back for her wedding to Rodney Ev-
n In a huge and dreary hotel room
she realized that now she'd never have
Craigie for her own. Any girl who mar
ried an Evans Of Calvert Town would
have security. The Evanses had been
saving their own and other peoples
money ever since old Cassius Evans had
used his brick tobacco house for a
place of deposit when the British had