The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-07-01
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 ter regarding an invention he
 had perfected. Frequently he
 went hungry as his only earn
 ings were less than Q third of Q
 chilling for each lesson he gave.
 While training for . race he was
 caught in Q storm as he was
 swimming across the lake. He
 was almost drowned when Puck,
 16-year-old daughter of Baron
 and Baroness Dobbersberg, the
 latter known on the stage as
 Camilla Bojan, rOwed out and
 saved him. He was greatly sur-
 priseG when he saw Anika, . girl
 dancer of his student days, as <. Countess Czereny, who was at the
 hotel with the count. Martin and May Lysscnhop, whose father
 Vas wealthy and who had Q twin sister named Carla, fell deeply in love. They qua1feled when he did
 not attend dance. He couldn't
 because his dinner jacket was
 him. then led him on to tell of his hard life, and finally practi-
 cally put marriage proposal in his mouth. He told her of his inc .yention, a cheap, non-fiammable movie film made from paper he
 had perfected. He had been wait ing a year to hear from 3 patent
 agent.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY il,s1 INSTALLMENT IS
 ls~Herr Birndl was quite right about this risks, for no sooner had August begun than the receipts from swim 1ning lessons fell off in an alarm Ing and depressing manner. By this lime everybody could swim with but Martins assistance, In fact Ehere was little left for him to do beyond standing in Il weathers in his bathing dress on the gangway Ia see that nobody got drowned. Occasionally he indulged in swim himself, racing May and Carla for 4un over two-hundred-meter course or even taking on Bobby or the lean and swarthy Count Czer- eny, who with his monocle and arr Systematically nasal voice was the last word of social distinction in the exclusive circles of the Big Petermann.
 Sc Martins midday meals were now irregular; they occurred per- haps every second or every third day. After lunch he lay on the beach for a short time, for he felt tired and out of form. Later in tho afternoon there was usually thunderstorm. And afterward Mar tin had to wade out into the non- swimmers pool and bring the flags closer in shore. The level of the lake was rising daily.
 SThe storm always came from the arron nninf} i7 tho SnIIfhnpSt The thunder reverberated from noun tain to mountain with echoes that never ceased. The lake began to stir as suddenly as if it had come to the boil. Two minutes later Everything was in turmoil, and the hail beat on the red-painted zinc roofs of the bathing huts like a whole regiment of drummers.
 @FGartin ran to his hut and shut the window. It was not really win dow, but hole in the boards with as round shutter of wood in front of it. His hut was at the end of the row numbered eighteen to thirty six, and was actually no more than a.bathing hut itself. Pouring down from the gutter in a torrent, past the lintel of the door against which Martin always bumped his head, the water came, trying to find an escape through the board- cd floor. The piles too that sup ported the bathing huts were no longer on dry ground, now that the level of the lake had risen, and Martin could hear and see the wa ter through the cracks of the floor aSs the dark waves broke in foam against the woodwork.
 ss4yYhi1n NFo rk3v1 rf1nA iv, fhn daAr- May one afternoon breathing in the moist air and listening to the rack et of rain and storm outside. he was astonished to see a small lea fher suitcase come flying over the railing that divided the bathing en- closure from a plot of vacant ground. A moment later 8 foot was put cautiously over the fence and the strand of barbed wire. The foot was small one, and it was shod in avery muddy white shoe. It was followed by a very pretty leg and then by 8 dripping wet white skirt, as Martin was able to see by cram ing out his head below the gutter. Finally Anika jumped to the ground inside the enclosure, leav- ing a shred of beT white flannel skirt hanging on the barbed wire.
 .Anika was a pitiful spectacle as she ran across the beach through the drenching rain with the suit case. She was wearing the white sleeveless frock she had put on for a~sultry afternoon. The black lac- qiier cap of her Chinese hair was in wild disorder. She was tattered and torn, wet through, and splash ed with mud from heady to foot. I< . f1 1nE frn a ly O of this strange apparition. He dlcked his head and went a cou- pie of steps through the down. pour to meet her. Breathless and moaning Anika fell into his arms and pushing him back into the hut | closed the door behind her.
 There they stood in the dark, and above the drumming of the rain on the roof Martin could hear the | loud painting of her breath close | beside him. It made him feel very | i'll at ease. "It's too dark to see a | thing. Open the door at least, he l said abruptly. In reply a cold. wet. | ,scanted hand was pressed to his mouth.
 .'.Be quiet. Don't speak.s Anika EHhispered. Are you drunk. or what?" Mar ekm answered with severity. The | 44xt instant she lay in his arms Nth all her familiar sweetness.
 enbling and sobbing, trying to fqntrol her sobe, and then sobbing
 Rin more wildly than before while {e cEept closer and tried to hide l&rsek against him. Martin mur- l6nred tender and consoling words. !! ssesHas something happened? Has l@mebody done something to your" " asked as he stroked Anika's cap k haix, which he had come upon
 the darkness. 5,Anilna continued to sob and pant
 uneontrollable spasnns, but soon
 I6 grew calmer. Martin opened a
 ack of the little shutter. Anika &s alarmed at this.
 I.sDon't--you simply mustn't" she |Ehispered, Cor they'll find me" \ Martin took her to the edge of >da bed as there was nowhere else