The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-07-15
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 Martin Hell handsome young
 university graduate in engineer inc vas ainlost starving although he became swimming instructor
 nt an Austrian lake resort after
 Inc lost his job when the plant in
 which he was employed was
 n,errcf7. He received less than .
 third of a schilling for each les.
 son he gave Herr Birndl's pat-
 rons and there had been so much
 rain that there were no bathers. ;, He went to the pOst0fiice twice
 daily for a letter he expected re.
 Rarding a ron-infiammable movie
 film he had invented. Martin~and
 May LysscnhOp, whose father
 was wealthy, fell deeply in love ! and became engaged. When Herr
 Lyssenhop decided suddenly to
 leave. May urgbed Martin to
 sneak to her father. He did, but
 when his prospective fatlner-in.
 law heard that Martin had placed
 his invention in the hands of a
 virtual stranger, he called Mar
 tin an idiot and forbade May to
 sec him any more. After the Lys.
 senhops left, the weather was
 particularly bad, Martin earned
 nothing and was starving. To add
 to his plight, he had torn his arm
 On . rusty nail5 anC neglected
 the wound. Earlier in the season,
 hilo training for a race. Martin
 was caught in storm while
 swimming across the lake, ana
 was almost drowned before he
 was rescued by Puck, f6.year-
 old daughter of Baron D0bbcrs-
 berg. One night she came to the
 bathing hut, in which Martin
 lived while he was half deliriOus
 from the infected wound and he
 raycd at her, telling her to go
 home. Her dog Tiger was with
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 INSTALLMENT 26
 Early in the morning there was a dog on the beach. It was Tiger. He was lost and woebegone and drip ping wet and he howied in a high and piercing wall. An empty boat with a stern-oar drifted on the lake. It was the Dobbersberg boat. The peasant boy who came down from the mountains every morn- ing with a milk can on his back an dthen rowed across the lake with 1t, took the bot in tow and brought it in. Everybody at the Schloss was distraught, and an anxious search was begun. Lenitschka ran dis tractedly from room to room, and through the buildings and yards. She was weeping and talking in Bohemian, but everybody knew wl1a twas the matter. A farm hand went panting up to the meadows where the young lady had more than once been found before, but no one there knew anything of her. Her mother was at the telephone. The baron, yellow and ghostlike. got on horseback and rode on an aimless cearch up the Wurmtal valley. The guests staying in the house talked in dismayed whis- tpers.
 They were theatrical people from Vienna. They had been making merry the night before, and no one had noticed Pucks disappearance. One of them, man with broad shoulders and conceited air, put on leggings and collected a few farm hands. The Bojan had ner- vous collapse and was carried in Q faint to her gondola. Then the ru- nor reached Frauensee. In the square, in front of the Big Peter mann and on the promenade, peo. pie collected in small groups and talked in low voices. They had all ways been told that the girl was mad. And so now she had jumped into the lake to join. the twenty four maidens who had been drown ed there in the sixteenth century.
 There was chill and drizzline mist, though the rain of the night was over.' Moisture dripped from every tree, and from every gable, from every blade of grass drops fell to the ground. A thick white mist was drifting over the lake. Not a feature of the landscape was to be seen. not a mountain nor a house nor a shore. Every sound was muf- fied-the chime from the tower, the puffing o fthe train in the station, a motor horn in the street. the misplaced gaiety of a gramophone in an inn. After a time the mist began to lift. It became transpar- ent and frayed;4 and then a tired and chilly sun drank 1t up.
 The motorboat traversed the lake in zigzags without reference to the time- table. It looked distracted and aimless, but 1t had an aim as 1t went to and fro like a dog on the scent. Every telescope in Frauen- SC wasdin rekquisition. The last of the visitors sat under the colon made of the market. Herr, Egger- hofer was telling, everybody about it on the terrace of the Big Spitz where the Mayreders were pack ing their trunks.
 The lake itself that morning had complacent, innocuous air. Its short and choppy waves. silver gray in teh. sunlight, were as sport i've as lizards. as they Tapped with a pleasing sound against the pro- menade. Small trout rose to tiny flies on the surface. There was something eery that morning abou; the little-bellied silver fish rising from the bottom.
 Three boats were dragging the lake with poles and lines and old fashioned nets. There was little hope with such tackle of reaching the bottom of teh dark brown wa ter, eight meters deep. The actor from Vienna was in command of one of the boats. He was a gloomy | and imposing figure and he had a powerful voice. The baron crouch ed in another. He looked as if he was not quite in his right mind. ar with a lean hand he pointed first in one direction, then in another The .rowers rowed where they were directed, and. then looked down in- to the water and stirred tehir poles about. When the poles touched bot tom in the shallower places, bub-