The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-06-28

wurmtal he took the footpath. and went on to >Dobbersberg. In the court of the summer he had be- come pretty much at home there. Tiger came bounding to meet him with barks of joy. It was all so quiet there so different. It was ''the other shore."
 Here he landed on all the bad evenings when hunger became in- tolerable, when May had>to dance with other men, or when a trip in the car took her far away-alsO when he fell into despondency and despaired of a certain letter from a certain patent agent ever arriving.
 Puck came running through the park in her peasant smock.
 Your hands are cold; what is the matter?" she asked at once. She herself was warm and in high spirits. We have been bringing in the hay to-day from the upper meadow. It was lovely, 'she told him. I'm crazy about haying-the smell of the hay and the way you can lie in it."
 Tiger licked Martins hand with a hot tongue, Martin, who was pale and very tired, asked if he might speak to the baron.
 Papa has the fever badly to-day. But come along" said Puck; "he is always glad when you. come to see us. So we all are. aren't we, Tiger? I'll tell papa at once." Martin swallowed twice before cautiously entering Baron Dibbers- berg's room. "I'll walt outside. said Puck. Papa can only stand people one at time when he has his bad days"
 Dobbersberg was in bed. He was writing at table placed straight across the bed. His lean, elongated Fl Greco head was in the sha- dow, and a small lamp threw its light on the manuscript upon which he was working.
 "When I have fever always ob- serve that my thoughts come with an unwonted fuency," he said with out prelude, speaking rapidly. while his lips trembled and his teeth made faint chatering. T can fol- low four and five trains of thought at one time. It Is like Q first stage of death. I conclude that at the point of death a hundred currents of thought are at ones disposal and one thinks all that in life one dreamed of thinking. Presumably at the moment of death time ceases altogether. One is released from the Actions of time and space. The second of death may be longer than | the whole of the rest of one's life Do you know my book; The Linn. its of Consclousness' ?" l No, I'm sorry to say I don't, Martin said in embarrassment. Tn vain. he sought for some means oi transition from the word-ridder metaphysics of the baron to his pawned dinner jacket.
 "You come very seldom now tC Tulip Land. You have settled down on the other side, in the realm o1 banality. It's a pity. Puck Is very sad about you--poor little defense less woman." There was an unmis. takable accent of fever in what he said just then, and his eyes had an unnatural gleam.
 'I have been meaning for a long while to ask you what you mear by Tulip Land," Martin asked in re | SpOnSe.
 "Oh, nothing. It is only a child ish expression of Puck's. It is thu opposite of the Banal. These two realms are always in conflict. Bu the Banal conquers all along tho line, 1t seems. and we of TuliT Land withdrak to our native re. serve." Do you hear the music from the Big Petermann?"
 "Yes, that is the Honolulu Shim. my" said Martin. and his feet be. gan to move to the tune that came faintly through the window.
 "Indeed. Honolulu Shimmy. Tn. deed." said the baron. He moved his head from side to side on the pillow, and his wry smile hollowed his thin cheeks.
 Martin took a header into the topic that brought him there. "I'm passionately fond of dancing to tell you the truth. When hear real jag; I go quite crazy. In eight days there is an assembly dance at the Biz Petermann, swell affair. If couldn't go l should be in a tier rible way"
 The baron was brought up short by Martins ingenious and eager conviction. He opened wide hi bleaming and yet wistful eyes. and