Part 8 (2/2)
”But he did cause the odium,” said Bruno; ”he stuck it into my leg with a pin while I was reciting. The Herr Father saw him do it, ”--and the boy turned his eyes towards me in sad and serious appeal.
The schoolmaster glanced at me inquiringly and I corroborated the lad's accusation.
”Then,” said the master, ”you have a _casus belli_ that is actually true, and if you can make Conrad admit his guilt I will exchange your mark for his.”
Bruno saluted again and started to leave. Then he turned back and said, ”But Conrad is two kilograms heavier than I am, and he may not admit it.”
”Then,” said the teacher, ”you must know that I cannot exchange the marks, for victory in a fight compensates for the fault that caused it.
But if you wish I will change the marks now, but then you cannot fight.”
”But I wish to fight,” said Bruno, ”and so does Conrad. We arranged it before recitation that he was to stick me with the pin.”
”Such diplomacy!” exulted the master when the lad had gone, ”and to think that they can only be chemists!”
~3~
As the evening hour drew near which I had set for my call on the first of the potential mothers a.s.signed me by the Eugenic Staff, I re-read the rules for my conduct:
”On the occasion of this visit you must wear a full dress uniform, including all orders, decorations and badges of rank and service to which you are ent.i.tled. This is very important and you should call attention thereto and explain the full dignity and importance of your rank and decorations.
”When you call you will first present the card of authorization. You will then present your identification folder and extol the worth and character of your pedigree.
”Then you will ask to see the pedigree of the woman, and will not fail to comment favourably thereon. If she be already a mother you will inquire in regard to her children. If she be not a mother, you will supplicate her to speak of her potential children. You will extol the virtue of her offspring--or her visions thereof,--and will not fail to speak favourably of their promise of becoming great chemists whose service will redound to the honour of the German race and the Royal House.
”After the above mentioned matters have been properly spoken of, you may compliment the mother upon her own intelligence and fitness as a mother of scientists. But you will refrain from all reference to her beauty of person, lest her thoughts be diverted from her higher purpose to matters of personal amours.
”You will not prolong your call beyond the hours consistent with dignity and propriety, nor permit the mother to perceive your disposition toward her.”
Surely nothing in such formal procedure could be incompatible with my own ideals of propriety. Taking with me my card of authorization bearing the name ”Frau Karoline, daughter of Ernest Pfeiffer, Director of the Perfume Works,” I now ventured to the Level of Maternity.
Countless women pa.s.sed me as I walked along. They were erect of form and plain of feature, with expressions devoid of either intelligence or pa.s.sion. Garbed in formless robes of sombre grey, like saints of song and story, they went their way with solemn resignation. Some of them led small children by the hand; others pushed perambulators containing white robed infants being taken to or from the nurseries for their scheduled stays in the mothers' individual apartments.
The actions of the mothers were as methodical as well trained nurses. In their faces was the cold, pallid light of the mother love of the madonnas of art, uncontaminated by the fretful excitement of the mother love in a freer and more uncertain world.
Even the children seemed wooden cherubim. They were physically healthy beyond all blemish, but they cooed and smiled in a subdued manner.
Already the ever present ”_verboten_” of an ordered life seemed to have crept into the small souls and repressed the instincts of anarchy and the aspirations of individualism. As I walked among these madonnas of science and their angelic offspring, I felt as I imagined a man of earthly pa.s.sions would feel if suddenly loosed in a mediaeval and orthodox heaven; for everything about me breathed peace, goodness, and coldness.
At the door of her apartment Frau Karoline greeted me with formal gravity. She was a young woman of twenty years, with a high forehead and piercing eyes. Her face was mobile but her manner possessed the dignity of the matron a.s.sured of her importance in the world. Her only child was at the nursery at the time, in accordance with the rules of the level that forbids a man to see his step-children. But a large photograph, aided by Frau Karoline's fulsome description and eulogies, gave me a very clear picture of the high order of the young chemist's intelligence though that worthy had but recently pa.s.sed his first birthday.
The necessary matters of the inspection of pedigrees and the signing of my card of authorization had been conducted by the young mother with the cool self-possession of a well disciplined school-mistress. Her att.i.tude and manner revealed the thoroughness of her education and training for her duties and functions in life. And yet, though she relieved me so skilfully of what I feared would be an embarra.s.sing situation, I conceived an intense dislike for this most exemplary young mother, for she made me feel that a man was a most useless and insignificant creature to be tolerated as a necessary evil in this maternal world.
”Surely,” said Frau Karoline, as I returned her pedigree, ”you could not do better for your first born child than to honour me with his motherhood. Not only is my pedigree of the purest of chemical lines, reaching back to the establishment of the eugenic control, but I myself have taken the highest honours in the training for motherhood.”
”Yes,” I acknowledged, ”you seem very well trained.”
”I am particularly well versed,” she continued, ”in maternal psychology; and I have successfully cultivated calmness. In the final tests before my confirmation for maternity I was found to be entirely free from erotic and sentimental emotions.”
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