The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-06-20
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 merger of the plant where he
 was employed, and became swim.
 ming Instructor at e mountain
 lake resort. Herr Brindl, prOpric.
 tor of the swimming and sun.
 bathing esta abIishment, found
 Martin very difficult to under
 stand. Martin had n1ade quite q
 reputati0n swimming for his
 Berlin club and he stressed the
 fact that he was nm amateur al-
 though through necessity he had
 agreed to teach Herr Birndrs pa-
 irons. Three times day he visit cd the postoffice looking for a
 letter regarding an invention he
 had perfected. Martins ward-
 robe was of the scantfest and his
 last schillfng had gone for the
 purchase of a pair of stout shoes.
 He was hungry much of the time
 as the early season weather was
 cold and the water of the glacier
 fed lake too chilly for bathing,
 and Martins sole earnings were
 about 3 third of q schiIiing for
 each lesson he gave. He was
 training for q. race for hls club
 and one evening was caught in Q
 
 across the lake. He was almost
 drowned when Puck, 16-year-old
 daughter of Baron and Baroness
 Dobbcrsberg, the latter known
 on the stage as Camilla BOjan,
 rOwed out and rescued him. She
 took him to the castle bathing
 hut and after he had somewhat
 recovered, had food brought.
 Baroness Dobbcrsberg, who had guests, first came to the hut. and
 after she left, the baron came.
 The men intrOduced themselves. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 INSTALLMENT 5
 Puck felt that a further explan- ation was needed. This is papa" she said. And this Is the boy that ] went out in the boat to look for the storm. You remember" ?"
 This Little Weasel of mine has a passion for saving life," the bar on said in his pleasant voice. Countless people owe their lives to her. It is her grande passion. Falls from Iron Tooth, avalancehs snakebites, storms on the lake, epi- edmics of scarlet-fever-they are just what Little Weasel likes. I hope you are rested after your exploit? Do you know by the way what gave the lake it's name? They say that in the Mid de Ages twenty-four maidens of Murmtal walked together into the lake to avoid worse dangers dur ing a hostile raid. Now they lie in wait at the bottom for young men who swim over the lake. And so you are warned, Dr Hell. And now, Puck, mama sent me here to &C., com pany your guest to the boat. You are wanted indoors"
 Puck took hold of Martins hand. the one she had bitten, and rubbed hsr check against it with the tend- erness of a little animal.
 Martin murmured something confused and unintelligible, and drawing his borrowed bathing cloak. more tightly about him, followed the baron out of the hut. Outside there was a magic transformation. The motionless air was warm and clear. An unnaturally large moon swam in a sea of its own light. The lake Tapped with a gentle sleepy sound at the foot of the promon- tory on which stood the castle, white among the tree tops. on the other side the shore was edged with D chain of light. That was Frauen- see. There was dancing at the Big Peterman. Music was being played there.
 Martin gave slight shudder. His blood had got thin and chilled be- heath his brown taut skin during the last weeks. The baron cast a glance at the tall figure beside him and pointing at his own bent Nla- dow preceding them over the grass he said:
 Pm afraid can't help you out with any clothes. Our figures arc too unlike. You have the advantage of me there"
 Martin, overcome by the neces- sity of carrying on a conversation with the celebrated author of phil works, replied: Very good of you" He saw his shadow make bow that quite impressed him.
 I must ask you to make allow ances for my Little Weasel if her are not all they should be-" said Dobberszerg after a short silence. "A first acquaintance with her iS apt to be surprising. She is mold"
 "Yes, indeed" said Martin, smil- ing softly in the radiant moonlight.
 "The blame, or the credit is mine for bringing her up as l have. lived for many years in the tropics, you see. l brought back with me besides malaria 8 complete dissat- isfaction with Europeans. l write books about it-but whoever alter cd men by books? Good Lord, I've no delusions about the Promethean might o fthe printed word. But as for Puck, my Little Weasel, she at least has ben brought up by me af- ter my own mind. Brought up--nO, my dear sir, that Is just what she hasn't been. I wished to see whe- ther the soft and primitive woman of the tropics-with all the en- chantment of her simpl eunspoiled instincts--could not flourish over here too. We'll, there you see the result. She is a delightful child. 1, at least. find her delightful... :"
 As this sounded like a question, Martin replied with alacrity: "Yes, indeed" He was in excellent humor He had had a meal.
 Tt may, of course, he objected that such a lltle girl runs a a risk, a greater risk than anothey, when she arrives at aturity. She is al- ready little woman at sixteen. There Is something on the alert in her now. Well, there is nothing now to rely upon but her instinct. We must rely nthat, there you have it-the test of y theory. We see every day the kind of individual that comes of a generation whose instincts are starved. You look at me with surprise. my dear sid. But surely inspiration springs from dis satisfaction with existing condi- tions. One may preach the religion of the body, even whe none's own body is in default. Believe me, great achievements always result from such deficiency" Dobbersberg smiled with certain contraint. Mar tin was silent in consternation at such a. flow of words.
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