The Waterbury Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1917-1946, 1932-07-13


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Martin Hell, handsome young
university graduate IN engineer
ing, was almost efarting al
though he had become swimming
instructor at an Austrian lake
resort after he lost hie Job when
ployed was merged. He received
less than o third Of d schiInng
for each lesson he gave Herr
Bfrndl's patrons and there he'd
< been SO much rain that there
were no bathers. He went to the
postofflce twice daily for q LETT
ter he expected from Herr Meyer
n patent agent, regarding q nom
infiammable movie film he had
invented. Martin and May Lys-
senhop, whose father was veal
thy, fell deeply in love and be-
came engaged. When Herr Lys-
senhop decided suddenly to leave,
May urged Martin to speak to her
father. He did but when his pro-
spective father-in-laW heard
Martin had placed his invention
in the hands of o virtual strang-
err, he called Martin an idiot and
forbade May to see him any
more. After the Lyssenhops left,
the weather was particularly bad.
Martin, at intervals OF four days
went to q restaurant, devOured
the table d'hote dinner ravenous-
ly, and then said he had forgot
ten his purse. The proprietor
warned Vesi, the waitress, not TO
serve him again until he paid,
and she fed him once in her
room. Martins plight was ag-
gravated by q very sore arm,
which he had torn on rusty
nail. Frau Mayreder, q stout ma
tron, was his only swimming pu-
oil these cold days..
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INsTALLMENT "a
Next day the weather was a
trifie better and warmer. The bath
ing beach was still deserted. To-
ward midday Frau Mayreder ap-
peared again and enabled Martin
to earn his thirty groschen.
:. II don't know what's the mat
ter, but / SILVER day and night"
he said irritably, as he looked at
Frau Mayreder with a woebegone
air.
IF there is anything the matter,
my husband Is a DOCTOR" Frau
Mayreder said anxiously. Come
and see us, do, at the Seespitz.
Eyes, / will. Thanks, I'd like to-"
Martin said, thinking Of the lunch
of five courses-though indeed he
felt no actual hunger any more. His
stomach had gone as small and
hard as stone. But Frau May
a.. .1~<,r NJ Hov
tin so shy that the invitation was
left in the air like Hindu magi-
clans rope, and nothing came OF
It. Toward evening. however, Frau
Mayreder went again into the town
went to the bathing beach.
"Herr He'll has gone to his meal
little Matz announced. Probably
to Schwoisshackle's." For Martin
proudly maintained the fiction for
HDrr Birndl's benefit that he dined
daily. Frau Mayreder wandered
about the town from one restau-
rant to another, staring into rooms
thick with smoke and. through va
porous windows. "A
Excuse me. I'm looking for my
husband" she said,- almost sinking
with shame at her own conduct. At
last che came upon Martin In front
of the station. Martin, who ehad
just had a trunk to carry, was
standing in front Of "a railway time;
table posted on the wall. He, was
staring intently at it in an oddly
rigid attitude, perfectly motion
less except that he put his hand
again and again into his pocket
and took a furtive and surreptitious
bite Of something. Frau Mayreder
had a sudden illumination. She
knew what was the matter with
Martin, and the knowledge clutch
ed at her throat and tore her heart
as 1t had never been torn before.
"Ah-good evening, Herr He'll"
she said. She knew at once what
had to be done now. "How nice to
meet you.s It's boring in Frapensee
nowadays. Will you come to din
ner with us tonight? My husband
would be delighted If you would.
And I should have your company
along that dreary promenade. ="
tits very kind Of you" Martin
replied politely as he swallowed the
last morsel of chocolate. II have
had dinner, but will escort you
with pleasure"
This of course was polite fib.
He escorted Frau Mayreder with
no pleasure whatever. He wanted to
be left in. peace. This stout and
elderly matron got on his nerves
with her tender glances and the
faint tremor Of her voice when
ever he spoke to her. Mock-turtle
soup, he thought meanwhile. Beef
a la mode. Rice ana fruit. During
the last days visions Of food some-
times fioated SO distinctly before
his eyes that he tasted them on his
tongue and swallowed. them down.
Suddenly he heard himself talk
ing. Apparently he was engaged in
polite and easy conversation. He
felt as If there were, two or three
different Martin Heils walking
along the promenade. One was in
pain and thoroughly wretched. The
second was thinking of saddle of
yenison. with cream sauce, stew
ed beef, pike cooked In butter.
The third was saying with easy
fiattery: "Oh, but why, dear lady?