The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-06-22

platte. The Zirbitzplatte was 6 small spur of the nil. It was a viewpoint. May and Martin, hold ing each others hands 50 tightly that 1t hurt, sat down on a bench and began to talk of all kinds of things, in voices, deepened by their excited heads; but behind 1t all was the urgency of something new. and somethi never heard before---the whole sum of their happiness.
 What lot of stars..'. ;" May would say.
 And. Martin would reply in a trance: "To- morrow it'll be at least eighteen degrees
 Below in the Big Petermann two saxophones, a young one and an old one, were sobbing out their heart-breaking Negroid melan- choly. From the Zirbitz pactures above came the sound of cow-bells as if heard in sleep.
 "I wonder how 1t started with us both?" asked May, and she. bit his shoulder like 6 playful animal. Martin had taken off his coat 1t was the one belonging to his dark blue suit--and laid 1t on the bench for May to sit on. He was wearing his white shirt, and Mays teeth went through the linen and through his skin and right into the middle of his heart with their sharp sweetness. You smell so the ascent of the five windings of the path she had changed from an athlete girl into woman. "You ,p nH bread--and babies - and of sun shine. and of something else as well .... ." #
 That's the ,peritol. I rub myself over with 1t every day, You ought to. too. then you don't get blistered by the sun. ..."
 "I never get blistered. IT get brown the first day of tennis every summer, and that's the end of it," said May.
 You're a darling" said Martin, enchanted. And then, of course, he went on to tell her how 1t had all started with him. and what a crop per he had come and how. he was now completely bowled over. When 1t was Mays turn she said it had started very soon with her. too, and had got worse and worse. And now 1t had got to this, and she had quite lost her head. and that was really the limit.
 That was how this lovely girl, straight-grown and beautiful ass young tree, expressed herself, and then they sat together. dazed and helpless wi1h emotion. They were lost in love, and the blood coursed and raced within them and throb- bed in their veins.
 To make things worse. there now came more strains of music, this time from the Little Peter mann, called by Herr Birndl. the Annex. It was frequented by visi- tors of the second rank. and they had only a ,gramophone, which chose this moment for lifting up Caruso's voice into the night among the hills. "Caro mic ben".. began the melting melody, and far away up the valley somewhere the creak of q pump handle could be heard distinctly through the clear air. On the lake the sparks of 0 tiny lantern moved silently 10 and fro, and oyer on the other sore in the Wurmtal one or two windows were lighted in the Dob- bersberg Schloss. &
 Puck Is waiting for me there, Martin thought to himself. But he did not care. y%} /
 May .divined his thoughts and said: "Caria tells me that you go across every evening to the crazy little baroness. You mustn't do that any more-,or is 1t to see the act ress? I won't have that. but is 1t true?"
 "Oh. there's nothing in that" said Martin, and with Q slight movement of the hand he put Puck away from him under the bench. She had gone--she had never ex- isted.
 "What takes you over, there. then? Is 1t an affair? Or just q fifrtation?"
 Nothing of the kind. May. Hon. estlyp
 that kind. Carla is horribly Jealous about you"
 "Carla? Did you say CarIa ?" ask ed Martin foolishly.
 "Yes, Caria. she very fond of you and so she's jealous. And that little fat woman from the Seespitx Is always making sharp remarks to me about you. and more than that look at the rage there Is for bathing. How many lessons are you giving now?"
 "Twenty-thre yesterday. n was quite stiff from holding the pole up all day" , "Thare you are, and don't mind betting that half oe them can swim already. and only take lessons as a chance 10 fiirt with you." said May angrlly. as she bit pine twig be- tween her teeth. c