Part 13 (1/2)

I glanced rather proudly at my insignia as a research chemist of the first rank. ”Do you know,” I asked, ”how much income that insignia carries?”

”Well, no,” she admitted, ”I know the income of military officers, but there are so many of the professional ranks and cla.s.ses that I get all mixed up.”

”That means,” I said, ”ten thousand marks a year.”

”So much as that!” she exclaimed in astonishment. ”And I can live here on two hundred a month, but no, I did not mean that--you wouldn't,--I couldn't--let you give me so much.”

”Much!” I exclaimed; ”you may have five hundred if you need it.”

”You make love very nicely,” she replied with aloofness.

”But I am not making love,” I protested.

”Then why do you say these things? Do you prefer some one else? If so why waste your funds on me?”

”No, no!” I cried, ”it is not that; but you see I want to tell you things; many things that you do not know. I want to see you often and talk to you. I want to bring you books to read. And as for money, that is so you will not starve while you read my books and listen to me talk.

But you are to remain mistress of your own heart and your own person.

You see, I believe there are ways to win a woman's love far better than buying her cheap when she is starved into selling in this brutal fas.h.i.+on.”

She looked at me dubiously. ”You are either very queer,” she said, ”or else a very great liar.”

”But I am neither,” I protested, piqued that the girl in her innocence should yet brand me either mentally deficient or deceitful. ”It is impossible to make you understand me,” I went on, ”and yet you must trust me. These other men, they approve the system under which you live, but I do not. I offer you money, I insist on your taking it because there is no other way, but it is not to force you to accept me but only to make it unnecessary for you to accept some one else. You have been very brave, to stand out so long. You must accept my money now, but you need never accept me at all--unless you really want me. If I am to make love to you I want to make love to a woman who is really free; a woman free to accept or reject love, not starved into accepting it in this so-called freedom.”

”It is all very wonderful,” she repeated; ”a minute ago I thought you deceitful, and now I want to believe you. I can not stand out much longer and what would be the use for just a few more days?”

”There will be no need,” I said gently, ”your courage has done its work well--it has saved you for yourself. And now,” I continued, ”we will bind this bargain before you again decide me crazy.”

Taking out my check book I filled in a check for two hundred marks payable to--”To whom shall I make it payable?” I asked.

”To Bertha, 34 R 6,” she said, and thus I wrote it, cursing the prost.i.tuted science and the devils of autocracy that should give an innocent girl a number like a convict in a jail or a mare in a breeder's herd book.

And so I bought a German girl with a German check--bought her because I saw no other way to save her from being lashed by starvation to the slave block and sold piecemeal to men in whom honour had not even died, but had been strangled before it was born.

With my check neatly tucked in her bosom, Bertha walked out of the cafe clinging to my arm, and so, pa.s.sing unheeding through the throng of indifferent revellers, we came to her apartment.

At the door I said, ”Tomorrow night I come again. Shall it be at the cafe or here?”

”Here,” she whispered, ”away from them all.”

I stooped and kissed her hand and then fled into the mult.i.tude.

~3~

I had promised Bertha that I would bring her books, but the narrow range of technical books permitted me were obviously unsuitable, nor did I feel that the unspeakably morbid novels available on the Level of Free Women would serve my purpose of awakening the girl to more wholesome aspirations. In this emergency I decided to appeal to my friend, Zimmern.

Leaving the laboratory early, I made my way toward his apartment, puzzling my brain as to what kind of a book I could ask for that would be at once suitable to Bertha's child-like mind and also be a volume which I could logically appear to wish to read myself. As I walked along the answer flashed into my mind--I would ask for a geography of the outer world.

Happily I found Zimmern in. ”I have come to ask,” I said, ”if you could loan me a book of description of the outer world, one with maps, one that tells all that is known of the land and seas and people.”

”Oh, yes,” smiled Zimmern, ”you mean a geography. Your request,” he continued, ”does me great honour. Books telling the truth about the world without are very carefully guarded. I shall be pleased to get the geography for you at once. In fact I had already decided that when you came again I would take you with me to our little secret library.

Germany is facing a great crisis, and I know no better way I can serve her than doing my part to help prepare as many as possible of our scientists to cope with the impending problems. Unless you chemists avert it, we shall all live to see this outer world, or die that others may.”