JULY, 1927
Vol. XCI NUMBER 2
The Old Ways
THE STORY OF A YOUNG MAN WHO FELT QUITE SURE THAT HE WAS A CONQUEROR, BUT WHO CAME TO HAVE SERIOUS DOUBTS ABOUT IT
By Elisabeth Sanxay Holding
IT was bitter bread they had to eat, Mrs. Anders and her daughter.
“You deaf, hey?” bellowed Oscar Anders. “Don’t you hear that bell, hey? No! Ingeborg, you stay where you are! Marie, you go!”
The sight of them standing there, so downcast, filled him with anger.
“You two dumb ones!” he shouted. “Marie, you go!”
Mrs. Anders went. Ingeborg turned to the stove again, and lifted the lid of a saucepan; but she could not see through her tears. From the hall upstairs she could hear her mother’s voice, faltering out her broken English; then the front door slammed. Some one else had gone away, impatient and annoyed, unable to understand her.