Evening Star Newspaper, March 30, 1932, Page 24

INSTALLMENT XVL HEN Anika hed got so far with her story she nodded her head emphatically three times and folded her hands i with composure on her wet snd looked into Martin's eyes such trustfulness that he was dis- in spite of his consternation. see. Here you sit and here you stay and I've got to help you. And do you imagine I'm going to do that ex- | pite, 8 ? in dismay, after re- volving the matter in his mind for a minute or so. “No one will look for me here. They don't even know that we know each other. Here I stay with you and there's the early morning train at 4:18 for Vienna. Let's hope they won't be keep- ing a watch for me and perhaps I can get away on it. I'll creep to the station when no . one's about between 3 and 4—" “Good. I see” said Martin, swallow- tng hard. “So you'll stay the night with me. Nice situation for me, I must say.” Martin took out his pocketknife and began to hack at his table like a -choki!bay. angrily turning his back on Anika. She waited a little. Then she began %o laugh all over her tear-stained, made-up face. “You aren't angry, Bulli. You're only afraid of me,” she said, beaming. Mar- tin turned quickly. “I'm not afraid. Not in the least,” he told her hotly, in order to convince himself. “Only the whole affair’s enough to sicken one. The noble count travels all over the place and does him- self well and orders fellows about. And then in the end it’s I who have to come to the rescue and clear up the mess for him.” Anika sat, demure and slert, on the edge of the bed, and, after all, she faced her disaster with courage and honesty. She was wet through and miserable, but she did not complain. Though she could not control the shudders that shook her, and though her lips and her chin and her little wet hands with their | rosy fingernails trembled all the time, she would not give way. She made the best of it and laughed at Martin with all five dimples at once. A strange sensation of pity tingled in Martin's hands. He laid one of them on her tousled mane and one under her chin. “Anikuschka,” he said, “what a light- hearted little beggar you are.” He clapped her affectionately on the back “Buck up, Anika. Don't cry. We'll fix it up. I'll see you through.” Anika jumped up and threw her arms mround his neck and dabbed a few quick kisses all over his face. He squeezed past her and opened the round shutter wide. “A bit stuffy in here,” he said, with embarrassment, as he ex- haled a deep breath. Anika pried about around the small apartment and shiv- ered more than ever. “I'm cold. Every- thing's dripping out and I'm horribly hungry.” she said, and looked expec- tantly at Martin. “Hungry? Oh, so you're hungry? Yes. Well, you won't find much here,” Martin answered in dismay. He went to his shelf and produced butter, bread and milk. As Anika began to eat he sat beside her on the edge of the bed and watched each mouthful as it van- ished between her firm, white teeth. It was good-by to his supper. When she had finished she snuggled up to him. “I'm so terribly cold. Ill have to take off these wet rags,” she said, pite- ously. That's the last straw, thought Mar- tin. He looked about for his hu\ms cloak, but the humpbacked Rosi ha carefully taken it away somewhere to dry. “Well” he said, turning away, *you can have my rain coat and warm yourself in that.” He heard Anika rustling about in the darkness behind him while he put his head out of the window. What terrible situations women always get you into, he thought as he Jooked out at the rain. “Wait a bit. I'll fetch some water and make you some tea. Thatll warm Fou up. At that Anika cried out and said she wouldn't be left there a moment alone —not for one single moment. But Martin was unmoved. He went out and shut the door behind him. | ‘The scene outside had changed mean- while. A fine, cold, steady rain de- scended from heavy clouds, and an equally fine mist rose from the lake in streaks and moist and clinging drifts. No shore, no mountains were visible. ‘There was no question of encountering anybody on the beach in such circum- stances, and this was at once a relief and the reverse. He could not imagine how he was to pass the time with Anika in his cabin until 4 o'clock in the morning. He yearned for May as for a holy shrine in which he could meek refuge. What was he to do if they searched for Anika and found her with | him? He could not leave the silly, | thoughtless little creature in the lurch. But the devil only knew what would be | the end of it. It was some satisfaction to think of the ducking he would give that count, with his blue-black pomaded head, if he ever got hold of him. ‘There were sounds of music from the doorway of the mext cabin but one. Little Matz was crouched on the planks there like a lump of clay and playing on his mouth organ in the rain. Martin stood still with the filled can in his band and thought things over. “Matz,” he sald, “no one will come bathing today now. But you stay where you are and keep & lookput. And if any one wants me—any one whatever, you understand—you're to say Herr Heil is asleep. And then you're to Tun to my cabin and knock three times. You're to say Herr Heil is asleep. Do you understand?” “Right!” said Metz, nodding and still busy with the mouth organ. When Martin got back to the cabin there was a strange altera- tion there. A line had been stretched | from the shelf to the window, | and on it in ordered array every ar- ticle of Anika's clothing and under- clothing was hung out to dry. The -lamp lighted. Anika had put on Mar- tin's pajamas. They looked immense on her miniature body, and she lay in his camp bed smoking a cigarette. | “It's really cozy here now,” she said | at once, as Martin entered and quickly shut the door behind him. “Very cozy,” Martin muttered. Anika glanced across at him with a suspicion of mockery and self-satisfac- tion as he stood looking down at his little spirit lamp and absent-mindedly g his finger with the match, “What are you thinking about, Bulli?” she asked guardedly, as he made the tes. “Have you money to take you home?” ‘h! said, as he handed Anika tea in the glass he used for brushing his teeth. Anika pulled her bag from the foot of | the bed and began with knit brows to search about among its confused contents. “I've no idea what I stuffed in—every- thing there was in the bath room. The police took away everything else. If that isn't robbery!” she said, grumbling. Then she uttered two cries of joy. The platinum watch was there. And her purse as well. In the purse were 12 | schillings. A ticket to Vienna cost 19. “You must give me 7" Anika con- cluded from that. “Where am I to find 7 schillings?” was all he said. He shut his lips tightly and looked thoroughly annoyed. Every muscle from head to toe in his hard-trained body braced itself in obstinate refusal. And with reason. Martin had a secret. He Wwas not 5o poor as he seemed. He had denied himself a number of things lately, it is true. His brown shoes were unsoled and his meals had become more irregular than ever. But he was not without resources. He was saving. He had a treasure hidden in the table drawer. He was saving money for that walking tour into the mountains with May. He had, all in all, 9 schillings, 42 groschen. He would rather have been ripped open than give a groschen of this money away. “Then I can only get as far as Salz- burg,” Anika decided and resigned her- self. She was like a cat—so elastic that no fall could hurt her. Actually she was happy in spite of her disaster. She was happy in the passing minute and did not go to meet the minutes that were to follow. Her hair was drying once more to its silken lacquered black- ness. Her body was warm again, and when in addition she had powdered her face she bloomed once more like a rose in porcelain. It struck 6 from the Frauenkirche. The fine rain beat a monotone on the iron roof. Bulli and Anika drank tea from the same glass, which tasted of menthol. Bulli had become rather more mnflmg and sat beside Anika on the “Do you remember?” asked Anika, and then one reminiscence followed a other, always with the same refrain: f “Do you remember? You haven't or “Yes, it was jolly in those days” said Bulli, who had forgotten nothing. ‘The time passed. It struck 7. It strucl half past. Martin sat on the edge of the bed and chafed Anikuschka's feet, which utterly refused to get warm. The rain murmured on. Now and then Matz's harmonica could be heard. So could the dance music from the Peter- mann. There was a quite irresistible charm in all the tangoes and Charles- tons heard in the distance. Eight o'clock. Anika stroked Martin's hands and he told her about his inven- tion. May strolled through the lounge of the hotel and glanced across the square. As a rule Martin turned up at about this time just before dinner, The Petermann was in a state of suppressed excitement. Those exclu- sive circles made conjectures in under- tones, but nothing definite was known. Herr Petermann was discretion itself. The count and countess had vanished from the hotel under a cloud that con- cealed the exact circumstances. Police- men had been seen talking to the porter in the morning. Nobody knew the details except Herr Lyssenhop, whose forehead now and then flushed with anger beneath his iron-gray hair. “Let's go in to dinner,” said Carla. “Tat's in such a temper today there's nothing to be done with him."” M"Hfi has good reason to be,” answered ay. Nine o'clock. The motor boat hooted. Otherwise not a sound. Martin and Anika were silent. She played with his hair and he could not help laughing to see how small her arms looked in the large sleeves of his pajamas. Anika had one great charm—she forgot very easily and made others forget. She was restful. May stood on the terrace and looked through the telescope. It was a dark and clouded evening. “I wonder wheth- er he's over there with the Dobbersbergs or doing his training? Can anything have happened to him? One can't see thing,” she said anxiously to Carla, who, not less anxjous, walked to and fro on the terrace. Herr Lyssenhop was in | the lounge trying to get out of a game of bridge with the Frau Geheimrat. People were laughing at him behind his back. He looked so lost without the fascinating Countess Czereney, to whom he had been paying such assidu- ous attentions. Ten o'clock. ¥ rained on and on end on. ‘There was & knock at the door. Three knocks and then some one pushed at the door and knocked again three times. Anika pulled the clothes over her head. ““They're here. ‘They've come for me,” came in a muffied cry from under the quilt. 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