Evening star., 1933-04-07
INSTALLMENT XIII.
T WAITED a whole hour for you, y
/ said Stephanson do you al
i ways sleep so late?"

/
perfectly calm and casual way
But Stephanson was anything but
calm. He had spent two horrible hours
Stephanson was of a jealous dispo-
sition. His was the kind of Jealousy
which quickly invents and imagines
things So he had decided he would
not fight for Friederike. Perhaps he
was afraid of the pain he would suffer
in view of possible defeat. BY skllltul
casual questions he would discover the
truth. Then he would send her the
"Rosy-star" as token of appreciation
because she had amused him for an
evening. That is what he would write,
exactly that, and for the rest of the trip
he would no longer be accessible to her
When Friederike now rose, dripping
WET and divinely slender, almost at his
feet, he asked the first of the questions
which he had prepared to trap her with
very quietly and cordially.
do you always sleep so late?"
Il did not sleep late. I went to see
an acquaintance" she replied.
This unexpected frankness SO dlscon-
certed Stephanson that he admitted the
horrible anxiety he had suffered on her
account He overwhelmed her with re-
proaches
Friederike listened quietly until he
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comprehend what really was the trouble
with him. Jealousy she knew about only
by hearsay.
Il am not used to people doubling
I my word or to their demanding reck-
oning from me- / visited a patient. II
yoA won't believe me, as DR.. Wohlmut
/, But you need not count on any further
| companionship from me-"
/, Stephanson apologized for his tact
less questions. They were only the re-
! suit of her extraordinary beauty and
the disturbing impression it had MADE
| upon him.
/ "Well, shall we have a swim to-
gether?" she said conciliatingly, ana
raised her arms for dive.
| Meanwhile, Thomas had found the
captain on the upper deck and told his
story. Such and such were the facts.
| What were they to do with this fellow,
Mergentheim?
The captain pondered for long time
| and shrugged his shoulders. The Sit
| uation has come up day too early. To-
| morrow Stephenson would probably be
quite ready to pay all the expenses. But
I suppose we can't wait"
Thomas shook his head. He felt an
intense sort of pity for Friederike.
I'VE will send male nurse IN ordl-
, nary civil dress down to third class to
keep an eye on the baron" decided the
captain. and Thomas ambled off to the
! hospital and gave his instructions to
/ the nurse.
In the second-class smoking room
| man introduced himself as Prof. Krieg-
| lacher, also doctor.
prof. Krieglecher of Konigsberg?
asked Thomas. At any other time. this
meeting would have thrilled Thomas.
This tall, haggard man with the strange,
almost bald skull of a Kalmuck was
the author of Modern Surgery OF the
Nervous System" and of many articles
in medical journals, which Thomas had
read with passionate interest on Win
ter evenings at Kissingen.
Thomas stammered few hesitant
words of appreciation, then remembered
that Krieglacher last Spring had been
suggested for full professorship at
Munich, and for some incomprehensible
reason had not received the appoint
! ment. So he merely said: Il suppose
you have been called to an American
university"
The professor shook his head
| Thomas asked. whether Krieglacher had
| finished his work on THE Surgery OF
Brain Tumors."
Got into blind alley with it. The
galley-proofs have been lying on my
desk for the last three months-and
can't make up my mind to pass them
Once you begin to have doubts, it's all
up! Won't you come and spend an
hour with me this afternoon? Some
times just talking with man who is
honestly interested in a subject works
miracles"
Thomas pointed out that his knowl-
edge of the subject was elementary, but
| if it was merely a matter of having an
attentive listener we'll, he could
! honestly promise to be one.
But shall I be an attentive listener?
he thought, as he was going over to the
third class Have I the faintest idea
of what the afternoon will bring, when
I have seen Sybil and settled accounts
with Shortwell?. >.
Upstairs, downstairs. Good morn
ing! How are you today?" All the
passengers felt fit. Inside of Thomas
skull there was leaden pain; his eye
lids, the dry, burning sensation Of too
many sleepless hours still lurked.
Even in the third class, everything
| was going splendidly. Boris was sit
, ting in the sun, talking with a quiet,
| unobtrusive man about the times when
he had been one of the best athletes in
| Germany. This man had got into con-
versation with him, so naturally that
Boris had no suspicion he was nurse.
On the fore deck old Marius intro
duced stoutly-built man, in well
/ cut correct clothes, wearing a gold
| trimmed pince-nez, upon a short, freck-
! led nose. This is Mr.. Wolzogen, used
to be one of my employees, now COM
pany director on his own. He inten-
| tionally came down from the second
class to show me how he is enjoying the
| fat of the land while have descended
to rags and bones"
| Wolzogen tried to contradict him, but
Marius would not permit it.
"You can see from his appearance" :"
he said to Thomas, that he will go a
long way. He has one invaluable
quality-he used to drive me nearly
mad when he was one of my minor
bookkeepers-he looked at everything
with deadly seriousness. That always
takes in people who have as little judg-
ment of their own as he haS-that is
to say, almost everybody"
\ Wolzogen showed at once the su-
periority of his assured position, by say
ing with laugh, "You are still as much
of an old eccentric as ever"
Besides" Marius continued you
keep account of your income and your
expenses. You haven't single ex-
pensive vice. You don't care enough
for any one ever to want to do any,
thing foolish for his sake. And most
important of all. you have no ideas of
your own. It's imagination which ruins
most business men. But now and then
you pick up crumb from the ideas of
others and get one Yourself. The Sc
crets of success. my dear Wolzogen, are
extremely simple"
He had no intention whatsoever OF
irritating his guest: on the contrary. the
unexpected visit pleased him, for he was
being bored. Mill Lensch, his young
protege. had got tired of his lessons
about how to behave: she had borrowed
a pair of bathing trunks from boy