The Washington times., 1938-09-09
UNMIsTAKABLE SIGNS

the fact.
UNMISTAKABLE SIGNS
Then, suddenly, Lselotte be-
came dreamy and SkitSiSh in turn.
'Mommie," my young son said
to me. "Liselotte is always meet
ing that man IL don't like that
man, mommie. An she holds
his hand, an he gives her little
flowers, an she looks funny, like
she wants to cry sometimes, then
she laughs very loud, an she
grabs me an runs. :"
He was thick-Set Swiss citizen,
with q ruddy face and sharp blue
eyes, in his early thirties. Unless
I was much mistaken, he was q
typical police officer-there was
something in his bearing, in his
studiouSly careless clothes, in his
whole attitude, which labelled him
unerringly.
I remembered having seen him
on various occasionS-in Lausanne.
in Montreux, and lately in Cha
teau dock, Strolling in my i'm
mediate vicinity, with such pains
taking puton aimlessness that it
could mean only one thing: the
man was watching me.
And now, he had got hold Of the
stupid Lselotte!
There was no knowing what
Iiselotte's inconsequent gossip
could accomplish in the way Of
harm. And I waB handicapped by
the fact that Charles was on two
weeks holiday and had gone to
st. Pierre, near Lausanne. to in
spect his family farm.
DISQUIETNG NEWS
"Who is that man you are al
ways meeting, Liselotte?" I asked
her" II hope you are not FORGE
ting that you are engaged to
CharleS?"
She sighed gustily: "That
Charles" she unused. 80 unroman
tiSch he is. He would not hold
my hand, and say that the setting
sun puts stars Of fire in my hair,
and talk of flowers and of the
song of mountain streams. -"
It was q problem. Somehow,
once having seen that man could
hardly imagine him as a serious
rival for Charles, dapper, cultured
Charles, who, after al, though he
considered her in an unromantic
way, was genuinely attached to
Liselotte and quite determined to
marry her and-"when that ter
rible war Is ovef"--Settle quietly
with her on the snug little farm in
st. Pierre. I told Liselotte as
much, but she shook her head,
screwed up her small eyes and
muttered some thing which
sounded dangerously like a para
phrase Of man cannot live on
bread alone"
When the debacle came, I could
not help admiring Liselotte, foc
she accepted the shattering Of her
dream with a philosophy which al
most took my breath away.
ZACH, these men, gnadige Frau"
she said, "you never know what is
at the back of their minds. They
give you pretty speeches and act
romantiSch, and then you find out
suddenly that they were thinking
of somebody else all the time.
Now" she proceeded thoughtfully,
"the gnadige Frau ist aber so sus,
but nobody could call you beauti-
ful-you are too small and thin
and your eyes are too large
But that Samuel Clot," she made
a gesture of resignation, "he told
me he cannot sleep nights for
thinking Of the gnadige Frau
Ach."
So that was the game Mr..
Samuel Clot who, had no doubt,
occupied a responsible position in
the Federal police departmenk
was playing on poor Liselotte'S
romantic disposition In order to
''get a line" on me.
CRUDE METHODS
I kept my eyes open and
watched the watchers antics with
increasing interest. That he was
latter something" was obvious,
for Lislelotte, having shelved her
own dreams, threw herself whole
heartedly into playing Cupid and
carried daily accounts of her long
and inspiring conversations with
my would-be swain to me.
ZACH, that Samuel Clot, he loves
the gnadige Frau so faithfully"
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dares not approach her himself,
but he says that being with me,
who am always near the gnadige
Frau, is happiness in itself-and
also being able to look, so to speak,
after der Bub "Well, did not
mind the police protection thus
given to my unSuspecting son,
though he quite distinctly resented
it.
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