Browning chief. [volume] (Browning, Mont.) 1941-1953, 1941-12-05
0opyrisht: 1871 By News Syndicate Co. In,
IN TWO PARTS-PART TWO

C.
IN TWO PARTS-PART TWO
But even 80 1t was still Illustration,
for when Nurse Andrews returned with
the little glass Jug. 1t wasn't pure water
ut all. but pink mouth wash that
sHelled to high heaven.
Mrs. Ambrose started up, her waxen
face haggard with hate. so you
couldn't take my word for it," she
Missed. Just you wait until my hus-
band hears how I've been insulted."
But Nurse Andrews was already out Of
sarshot on another errand OF mercy.
"Of all the dirty tricks!" exclaimed
the disguised Mrs. Sham. Isn't 1t
just like them to think up a thing
like that?"
The night wore on. and the ship
kept to her course although the seas
her from stem to stern. The lightning
flashed and the thunder roared. but
still she kept to her course.
Miss Vesey knew that it was ship.
possibly a battleship, taking famous
refugees back to their liberated coun-
tries to celebrate the hardwon victory
Of all Free Peoples. Even above the
storm you could hear the guns that
were giving a royal welcome; they
never ceased And overhead there were
formations OF airplanes. You could hear
their drone, too. in spite Of the guns.
Miss Vesey thought it must be a
Polish violinist and Miss Yougoslavia
who occupied the cabin across the
way: anyway they were musicians, for
earlier In the evening she had heard
them playing most beautifully. Doubt
less they were husband and wife or
they wouldn't be IN the same cabin,
and perhaps they had first met In exile.
Oh, the war had had its romances.
TOO. Miss Vesey fastened her bright
gaze on the portfolio near the head Of
the bed opposite. It wasn't really a
httle round window in the door OF an
emergency exit as 1t had seemed to be
that afternoon. but a ships portfolio
flooded with blue moonlight. How nice
1t would be II only one dared tiptoe
across and take . peep to see what 1t
looked like outside. Miss Vesey's flat
bosom lifted In the ghost Of a sigh.
Alas, she could only look through that
portfolio in imagination.
She wished the woman with the
throbbing contralto voice would sing
again and finish her song this time.
She must be someone famous on the
concert platform, that one, but not a
foreigner. Irish, perhaps. At least 1t
was always an Irish ballad she started
10 sing, and then left off so abruptly.
The ship was rocking lot, for they
certainly were using heavy ammunition
$4 ln ,v{r a thnV
had lots left over from the war, and
this was a good way to get rid OF It..
Miss Vesey's pale lips held their smile
The more the merrier, although she
didn't quite know what to make OF 1t
when there was really deafening ex-
plosion that seemed to whirl the fur
niture about in an alarming fashion
and a heap Of enameled trays In the
nurses service room crashed, together
with tinkling sound like thousands OF
icicles breaking.
Nurse Hanky rushed in, took a quick
look at her, and then before Miss Vesey
could tell her how wonderful it all was,
rushed out again.
II want my num-, walled little Ivy.
Il want my mum now!"
Nurse Andrews, like distracted hen
fleeing from road peril, dgzagged to
the rescue. set the bed straight and
shook lot Of broken glass off 1vy's
top blanket.
There it's all right. Just you
go to sleep again, that's a good little
girl" she said breathlessly. IN sit by
you. I won't leave you. promise"
II don't want you. want my mum.
want to be in the shelter with my
mum and dad. I don't like it here"
'Murder!" shrieked Mrs. Ambrose,
as though in parentheses.
"As soon as you are better, dear
in few days-you're going in lovely
big motor car to lovely place in
the country where there'u be lots Of
little children"
II want my mum now!" yelled Ivy.