The Dillon Examiner (Dillon, Mont.) 1891-1962, December 19, 1945, Image 6

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Dr. Jacoby talked Arthur Into a study of the German language. He was de­ termined that his patient should find some Interest in life. Arthur not only had lost Interest in living but believed that living in his useless wrecked body would be impossible. CHAPTER XIII He was not yet able to push his thoughts forward into what he might, be going to do with the fu­ ture Jacoby was forcing upon him. This occupation was enough for the present. He filled up his mind with German words, to keep it from being filled up with thoughts of Elizabeth. When Jacoby came to see him he talked in simple sentences, proudly, and felt a childish delight when Jacoby and the nurses began to un­ derstand him. Long afterwards, when they were looking back on those days, Jacoby said to him, “You did not know how you were encouraging me then.” Ar­ thur answered, “Maybe you never knew how often I nearly gave up.” “Yes I did know,\ said Jacoby, “but you did not give up. That is what I mean, Kitt.” To the very end, Jacoby some­ times called him Kitt. If anyone isked why, he said, “Oh no, Herr Kessler’s first name is Erich. Call­ ing him Kitt is an old habit of mine, from years back.” ' They were both so used to it they generally forgot it was an abbrevia­ tion of his old name. The new name was provided by Jacoby after Arthur had been moved to the hospital In Berlin, while he was convalescing from another of the surgical opera­ tions Jacoby inflicted upon him. He had been very ill and Jacoby had given him a blood transfusion. When he was better and tried to express his thanks Jacoby retorted, “My blood isn’t good enough for grati­ tude, Kitt—made of nothing but tur­ nips and a carrot or two. But I have something else for you, more important.\ He produced a docu­ ment, offering it with an air of tri­ umph. “Here is your birth certif­ icate.\ \Listen carefully, Kitt. From now on your name is Erich Kessler. I have lost sleep over wondering how you could identify yourself, until one morning about three o’clock I found the solution. When I was a child, my parents knew a couple named Kessler. They had a son named Erich. While the boy was still a baby, the Kesslers went to the Unit­ ed States. They lived in a town called—” he consulted his noles, and pronounced incorrectly — “Milwau­ kee. You have heard of it?” Arthur nodded. “Yes. I grew up in a town called Chicago. They are very near each other.” “You have been to Milwaukee?” “Frequently.” “That is good. While he was still a small child, Erich Kessler died. I know that, because his mother and mine used to correspond. But there is no official record of that in this country, because the Kesslers stayed in the United States and were naturalized. For all I know they may be there to this day.” “Making beer, perhaps?” “Why? Do you know them?” “Never heard of them. But I know Milwaukee. Go on, Jacoby.\ “I have obtained Erich Kessler’s birth certificate. I have recorded that Erich—you—naturalized without his knowledge or consent when his parents were naturalized, was draft­ ed into the American army. The rest follows. You have returned to the land of your birth, and can stay here now until you want to leave.” \I shall not want to leave, Ja­ coby.” “I hope not. But anyway, this makes you a German and at the same time takes care of your Amer­ ican accent. However, please listen to me and try to speak like me. Erich Kessler would have heard his parents speak German at home and would pronounce it better than you do.” \I’ll do my best. Correct me whenever you please.” Almost automatically, Jacoby was massaging the muscles of his pa­ tient's right arm. \These are flab­ by,” he observed. “While you are lying in bed, for a few minutes at a time, clench your fist slowly and relax it slowly. Slowly, remember? That won't tax your strength, and you must take care of this arm. You will need it.” “For a crutch?” said the new- made Erich Kessler, with a note of his old bitterness. “I hppe there will be a crutch.” Jacoby answered quietly. “Remem­ ber, I’ve promised nothing about your legs except to do the best I can with them.” \All right, all right, 1 know. A man isn’t hoping for too much in this world when he hopes for a crutch, is he?\ Jacoby addressed him sternly. “My friend, until you can face what you’re up against now, you aren’t fit to try to go further.” There was a long silence. At last the patient said, “I get it, Jacoby. And—ah—thank you.” Jacoby stood up. “Thank you, for not being angry with me.” “Oh, shut up, will you?” He felt like changing the subject. “By the way, Jacoby, this Erich Kessler— me—am I a Jew like you?” “No, why? Were you a Jew at home?\ “No,, that’s why I asked. I thought if I was to be one here you’d better teach me something about the religious rituals. But if I’m not, then it’s not important.\ Startling to remember now that there had been a time when one could say “It’s not important,\ so carelessly, and then forget about it. There was nobody then to tell him that Erich Kessler’s not being a Jew was going to be so important later on that it would enable him to save Jacoby’s child. \Jacoby I don't know a thing about medicine or surgery, but if there’s one thing I do know it’s chemistry. Do you think I could learn to do some of these routine analyses that take up so much of your time? Blood-counts, and things like that?\ Kessler felt a tingle of returning vigor. This would not be much, but it would be something toward repay- Hc hurried off and came back with an armful of books. ing Jacoby. The prospect of mak­ ing any kind of return was an im­ measurable impetus. He went to work. He worked as hard as Jacoby would let him. With­ in a couple of weeks he was sur­ prised to find his study interesting for its own sake. \I always thought I was burning up with curiosity about the universe,\ he said to Jacoby, “but I’m ashamed to find how I neglected my own species. You don’t know how glad I am you’re letting me do this.” Jacoby shrugged. “Where did you get the impression I was ’letting’ you do it? I need you. One of these days, when the country is normal again, maybe I'll be able to get, enough technicians. But now—!” Though at first Kessler undertook only the simplest routines in the laboratory, they absorbed all his en­ ergy. He was still far from strong. The work was new, his reports had to be made in a language he still found unwieldy, and learning to make one hand serve the purpose of two required a thousand adjust­ ments. But it meant that he was back in the sphere of active men, doing something that needed to be done, and occupation relieved him of leisure for brooding. * * • \There’s the car,” said Elizabeth. “Remember, both of you, not to take any notice of his misfortunes.\ Cherry laughed at her reproach­ fully. “Mother, we’re not savages! We don’t stare at cripples.\ \I know, dear, but sometimes the best of us give a little start when we see persons very different from our­ selves. We don’t mean to.” Cherry and Dick promised to be models of good behavior. Eliza­ beth got up and went to the door opening from the living room into the entry. She hoped Mr. Kessler would have a comfortable eve­ ning. Entertaining-Spratt’s business associates was a duty they were all used to, and the older children adapted themselves to it well enough. Brian begged to be let off when there were strangers in to dine, so as usual he had had his din­ ner early and was now upstairs in bis room pottering over his natural history collections. Spratt opened the front door, saying, “Here we are, Kessler. And here’s my wife. Elizabeth, my friend Erich Kessler that you’ve already heard so much about.” Elizabeth looked up with the smile that Spratt characterized as the masterpiece of the accomplished hostess, “not bright enough to look insincere, but not strained enough to look dutifuL Just in between, precious.” Mr. Kessler’s physical handicaps had threatened to make this occa­ sion difficult, but Elizabeth's initial glance dispelled her apprehension. He was badly crippled, but he did not appear resentful; he faced the world before him with a grave ac­ ceptance, as though all the fault he had to find with destiny had been got over long ago. As their eyes met Elizabeth was struck with ah impression that she had seen Mr. Kessler somewhere before. It aUo seemed to her that Mr. Kessler was looking at her with an unusual interest. His eyes went over her swiftly and inclusively, taking in her hair, her face, her dress, every detail of her as though it were important that he should know aD about her as soon as possible. It was the way a man might have looked at a famous personage he had long been eager to meet, or a woman so astoundingly beautiful that he wanted to impress her forever upon his memory. Elizabeth was not fa­ mous, and while she was not ugly she was no ravishing beauty either. She thought it might mean that they really had seen each other some­ where, and he like herself was trying to identify the recollection. If her own sense of familiarity persisted she could ask him about it later on. All this was only a quick flutter in her mind, pushed aside in an in­ stant while her attention turned it­ self to its immediate concerns. She took in his appearance quickly: a big man of more powerful build than she had expected, bent over a heavy cane with a dependence that told her instantly that she should not expect him to shake hands; iron- gray hair receding at the temples, a thick beard, a scar that rippled up his right cheek, dark eyes with a line of concentration between the eyebrows and crinkles of kindness at the outer corners, and a pleasant smile—what she could see of it be­ tween the whiskers—a very pleasant smile indeed. If he had any idea that this was not their first meeting he gave no evidence of it, for all he said to her was, \How So you do, Mrs. Herlong,” with the stateliness she had learned to expect from Europeans. Elizabeth indicated the room beyond. “Come in by the fire, Mr. Kessler. These are my children.\ Dick \&as standing, with that mix­ ture of assurance and awkwardness that made her find boys in their teens so eminently kissable just when they most resisted being kissed by their mothers. Cherry, with few­ er years but more social graces than Dick would acquire for another dec­ ade, sat smiling a welcome to the newcomer. Elizabeth introduced them, and again it seemed to her that Kessler was regarding them with an attention extraordinary in a man who could hardly be supposed to have any interest in them. There was an alertness in the way he spoke to Dick and Cherry, as though he had decided in advance that he was going to be fond of them and hoped they would respond. He said, “Your father has told me a great deal about you, and has shown me your pictures. I am glad to see you.” Dick, who had already said “How do you do,” tried to look pleasant without knowing what else to say, while Cherry, a shade too adept at social fibs, answered, “He has told us lots about you too,, Mr. Kess­ ler,” with such a bright smile that Elizabeth privately reminded her­ self, “I’ve got to warn Cherry about that sort of thing, if she isn’t care­ ful she’s going to be an intolerable gusher before she’s twenty.” Kessler appeared to be finding them the most attractive youngsters on earth. While she was offering him the chair she had intended for him, arranged with a little table at its side so he could set down his glass when the hors d’oeuvres appeared, she added to herself, “Spratt must have led him to expect a most remarkable pair of children, he really shouldn’t —or is Mr. Kessler as charming as this with everybody?” Spratt, evi­ dently pleased at the goqd impres­ sion his offspring were making, crossed the room to the door leading upstairs, explaining that Kessler had had time to wash up in his bunga­ low before leaving the lot, but he himself had not, and if they’d for­ give him he’d go up and make himself presentable. \I’ll leave you with the family, Kessler,” he con­ cluded. Kessler gave him a smile and a slight formal bow. Elizabeth re­ turned to the fire. “Now we'll have a cocktail. Dick, will you bartend?” Dick would; he was always glad of this to occupy him during his first minutes of encounter with a strang­ er. Everything became quite as usual. Dick mixed the Martinis, and as the war had reduced the number of their servants Cherry brought in the hors d’oeuvres. ’’These are liv­ er-paste, Mr. Kessler, and these are smoked salmon, and these thingum­ bobs on toothpicks—I don’t know what they are, something she made out of an old lampshade.” But as Elizabeth and Kessler picked up their glasses and their eyes met across them, she felt „another twinge of familiarity. “I have met thi« man before, I know I have, and be knows it too. Or doesn’t he? If he doesn’t, why is he looking at me like that? Maybe it’s just because I keep looking at him—for pity’s sake, 1 do believe I’m staring. Behave yourself, Elizabeth.\ She was re­ lieved to hear Cherry say, fTO RE CONTINUED! SEWING CIRCLE NEEDLECRAFT Slip Covers Brighten the Horae \TURN a drab chair intq a color- * ful decoration that transforms a room just by the addition of a slip-cover you’ve made yourself! Ever find yourself with one too many pies for the oven? 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