The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-07-09

| platform. Dr Mayreder followed
 him and examined the post through
 his strong glasses.
 "Nails, by love, and rusty ones, | too" he said uneasily. You | must disinfect the wound, Herr Heil, do you hear? You must give
 it good painting with iodin."
 "It's disinfected already" said
 Martin. "The waters done that all
 right" He wiped away the blood again, and as his bathing cloak was
 sweamed with it he handed the
 cloak over irritably to Matz, who
 stood by. He was dripping blood
 everywhere.
 | He felt cold and tired after his
 exploit on top of so much food.
 "Iodin on that arm of yours. Take doctors advice. 'Iodin", said
 Dr Mayreder-and soon the beach
 was utterly deserted. The duck swept on over the lake and the first gong sounded from the Petermann. Martin stolled over to the tele- scope and directed it to the moun- taintops, which were just about to lay their heads on pillows of cloud. Martin could never look at the
 mountains without an agony of longing for May. He dreamed in- sistently of that walking tour among the mountains, and after all they had never come to pass. Neither they nor the record-mak- ing swim in Berlin, nor the mill lions from Henry Meyer-nothing. He let the telescope Sink till it reached the Schloss of the Dobbers- bergs in the valley. On the beach across the lake something bright was dancing to and fro. It was not Puck, however, as he assured him. self after a careful inspection. It was Tiger. Martin felt little home- sick for the other side. It was so peaceful there. He had never been over there since the painful scene with the Bojan in the gondola
 room.
 Shall we go over once again 2" he asked himself, and answered,
 Yes and put on his blue suit and took the boat. As he rowed across, the wound in his arm began to
 burn little. and he felt too. that the sieve of his shirt was moist with blood.
 Tiger parked in shrill delight as Martin made his boat fast in the boathouse. When he reached the house he found on the terrace. Bar on Do.bbersberg, and Puck, and the Bojan, seated most effectively be- tween two Chinese lanterns of red silk. The pressure of her hand was so suggestive of secret under standing between them that he was positively frightened. She offered him Q glass of hock-cup in a sing ing voice that soared and sank in easy meditation. and the inexper- fence Martin saw with astonish- ment that her manner and express sion had completely altered. He found himself confronting wo- man he scarcely knew, and he star ed at her in q stupor.
 Don't eat me up, doctor" sang the Bojan. "Why do you look at me like that? Whats the matter?'
 You look so, Frau Baronian-
 How do l look? Nice or bad? him on.
 You look like picture-just like a picture-' Bartin brought out. The baroness laughed on full and resonant tone.
 T have dressed and had my hair done in the style of Renois." she said. ''n October I am playing La Dame aux Camellias.' The set ting is to be taken from the eigth- ies. So I have tried the makeup to- day. It has filled up ohe day. One might die of desolation otherwise in this house. The worm devour one here. ..."
 Martin looked at her in wonder. The Bojan gleamed in fold after fol dof gathere silk. She was en- closed in her dress up to her throat, her hands, and the tips of her toes The lines of her body were con- cealed and at the same time for cibly emphasized. The red light of the lantern shone on the high cor sage, and below the tightly laced waist all was lost in folds and a surge of lace. Martin, who was used to taut bodies in bathing dresses, was dazed and strangely excited by all this lavishness of dress. Of the stage he knew nothing. He only felt that the Bojan was vibrant, and he was forced to vibrate in tune with her.
 "I am in a fever. intoxicated" said the Bojan. '"The part has got into my veins"
 Martin after this told her in a few clumsy sentences how he had spent the day; and while he did so, the Bojan squandered all the re- sources of her art upon him. Her hands performed miracles of ex- pressiveness as they moved to and fro through the air. When Martin took his eyes from her and looked round. he found that Dobbersberg and Puck had left the terrace. Mar tin got up hurriedly and said that it was high time he rowed home.
 "I'll take you to the boathouse," said the Bojan, turning her shoul- ders toward him so that he might put over them her wrap of chan lilly lace. as his role enjoined. Then in her high-heeled shoes she went NYYYV%Y'