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witness such a demonstration? Did he think it would impress an American? Did he love power

so much that it pleased him to exhibit it in the presence of strangers? Or did he feel so secure

in his mastery that he didn't care what anybody thought of him? This last appeared to be in

character with his procedure of putting his whole defiant program into a book and selling it to

anybody in the world who had twelve marks.

Lanny listened again to the whole story of Mein Kampf. He learned that Adolf Hitler meant

to outwit the world, but in his own good time and in his own way. He meant to suppress his land

program to please the Junkers and his industrial program to please the steel kings, and so get

their money and use it to buy arms for his S.A. and his S.S. He meant to promise everything

to everybody and so get their votes—everybody except the abscheulichen Bolschewisten and the

verfluchten Juden. He meant to get power and take office, and nobody was going to block him

from his goal. If any Dummkopf tried it he would crush him like a louse, and he told him so.

When Strasser ventured to point out that Dr. Joseph Goebbels, the Führer's favorite

propagandist, had said that he was developing a "legality complex," the Führer replied that he

would deal with "Juppchen" at his own convenience; he was dealing now with Gregor

Strasser, and telling him that he was not to utter another word of criticism of his Führer's

policies, but to devote his energies to putting down the Reds and teaching discipline to his

organization, which lacked it so shamefully. Adolf Hitler would do his own dickering with the

politicians, playing them one against another, worming his way closer and closer to the

chancellorship which was his goal—and in due course he would show them all, and his own

friends would be ashamed of their blindness and presumption in having doubted their

inspired leader.

So Lanny received a demonstration of what it meant to be a master of men. Perhaps that

was what the Führer intended; for not until he had received the submission of his Reich

Organization Leader Number 1 and had dismissed him did he turn again to his guest. "Well,

Mr. Budd," he said, "you see what it takes to put people to work for a cause. Wouldn't you like

to come and help me?"

Said Lanny: "I am afraid I am without any competence for such a task". If there was a trace

of dryness in his tone the Führer missed it, for he smiled amiably, and seemed to be of the

opinion that he had done a very good afternoon's work.

Long afterward Lanny learned from Kurt Meissner what the Führer thought about that

meeting. He said that young Mr. Budd was a perfect type of the American privileged classes:

good-looking, easy-going, and perfectly worthless. It would be a very simple task to cause that

nation to split itself to pieces, and the National Socialist movement would take it in charge.

8

To Give and to Share

I

IN THE month of December Irma and Rahel completed the tremendous feat they had

undertaken; having kept the pact they had made with each other and with their families, they

were now physically and morally free. The condition of two lusty infants appeared to indicate

that Rousseau and Lanny had been right. Little by little the greedy sucklings learned to take

the milk of real cows instead of imitation ones; they acquired a taste for fruit juices and for prune

pulp with the skins carefully removed. At last the young mothers could go to a bridge party

without having to leave in the middle of it.

Marceline with her governess had returned to Juan at the end of the yacht cruise, and her

mother had promised to join her for Christmas. Farewells were said to the Robin family, and

Beauty and her husband went by train, taking the baby, Miss Severne, the nursemaid, and

Madame. The General Graf Stubendorf's invitation to Lanny and Irma had been renewed, and

Kurt had written that they should by all means accept; not only would it be more pleasant for

Irma at the Schloss, but it would advantage the Meissners to have an old friend return as a guest

of Seine Hochgeboren. Lanny noted this with interest and explained it to his wife; what would

have been snobbery in America was loyalty in Silesia. The armies of Napoleon having never

reached that land, the feudal system still prevailed and rank was a reality.

Stubendorf being in Poland, the train had to stop, and luggage and passports to be examined.

The village itself was German, and only the poorer part of the peasantry was Polish. This made

a situation full of tension, and no German thought of it as anything but a truce. What the Poles

thought, Lanny didn't know, for he couldn't talk with them. In Berlin he had shown his wife a

comic paper and a cartoon portraying Poland as an enormous fat hog, being ridden by a French

army officer who was twisting the creature's tail to make it gallop and waving a saber to show

why he was in a hurry. Not exactly the Christmas spirit!

Irma Barnes Budd explored the feudal system, and found it not so different from the South

Shore of Long Island. She was met at the train by a limousine, which would have happened at

home. A five-story castle didn't awe her, for she had been living in one that was taller and

twice as broad. The lady who welcomed her was certainly no taller or broader than Mrs. Fanny

Barnes, and couldn't be more proud of her blood. The principal differences were, first, that the

sons and daughters of this Prussian family worked harder than any young people Irma had

ever known; and, second, there were uniforms and ceremonies expressive of rank and station.

Irma gave close attention to these, and her husband wondered if she was planning to introduce

them into the New World.

Visiting his father's home in Connecticut, Lanny had discovered that being married to a great

heiress had raised his social status; and now he observed the same phenomenon here. Persons

who through the years had paid no particular attention to him suddenly recognized that he was

a man of brilliant parts; even the Meissner family, whom he had known and loved since he was a

small boy, appeared to be seized with awe. Whereas formerly he had shared a bed in Kurt's

small room, he was now lodged in a sumptuous suite in the castle; the retainers and tenants all

took off their hats to him, and he no longer had to hear the gräflichen ideas explained second-

hand by Herr Meissner, but got them from the horse's mouth, as the saying is.

It was unfortunate that the ideas no longer impressed him as they did in the earlier years.

The General Graf was a typical Junker, active in the Nationalist party; his policies were limited

by the interests of his class. He did not let himself be influenced by the fact that his estate was

now in Poland; that was a temporary matter, soon to be remedied. He supported a tariff on

foodstuffs so that the German people would pay higher prices to landowners. He wanted his

coal mined, but he didn't want to pay the miners enough so that they could buy his food. He

wanted steel and chemicals and other products of industry, which required swarms of workers,

but he blamed them for trying to have a say as to the conditions of their lives, or indeed

whether they should live at all.

II

Fortunately it wasn't necessary to spend much time discussing politics. There was a great

deal of company, with music, dancing, and feasting. If the country products couldn't be sold

at a profit they might as well be eaten at home, so everyone did his best, and it was astounding

how they succeeded. Modern ideas of dietetics, like Napoleon, hadn't penetrated the feudalism

of Upper Silesia. It was the same regimen which had startled Lanny as a boy: a preliminary

breakfast with Dresdener Christstollen, a sort of bun with raisins inside and sugar on top; then

at half-past ten the "fork breakfast," when several kinds of meat were eaten—but without

interfering with anybody's appetite for lunch. An afternoon tea, only it was coffee, and then

an enormous dinner of eight or ten courses, served with the utmost formality by footmen in

satin uniforms. Finally, after cards, or music and dancing, it was unthinkable that one should

go to bed on an empty stomach. That meant six meals a day, and it produced vigorous and

sturdy young men, but when they came to middle age they had necks like bulls' and cheeks like

pelicans' and eyes almost closed by fat in the lids.

One discovery Lanny made very quickly: this was the life for which his wife had been created.

Nobody shouted at her, nobody confused her mind with strange ideas; everybody treated her

as a person of distinction, and found her charming, even brilliant. A world in which serenity

and poise counted; a world which didn't have to be changed! The Grafin became a second

mother to her, and she was invited to visit so many distinguished families, she might have

been carried through the entire winter without spending any of her money. One aspect of the

feudal system appeared to be that most of its ruling members were bored on their estates, and

eager for visitors, provided they were of proper station. They all had bursting larders, with a

host of servants trained to put meals on tables. Do come and enjoy your share!

III

What Lanny really wanted was to spend the time with his boyhood chum. Kurt now lived

with his own family in a stone cottage on the outskirts of the village of Stubendorf, all of which

belonged to Seine Hochgeboren. Lanny met for the first time Kurt's gentle and devoted young

wife, and three little blond "Aryans" produced according to the Schicklgruber prescription.

Irma went along on the first visit as a matter of courtesy, and also of curiosity, for she had

heard how this wonderful Komponist had been Beauty Budd's lover for some eight years; also,

she had heard enough about Kurt's adventures in Paris during the Peace Conference to make him

a romantic figure.

Kurt hadn't changed much in the four years since Lanny had seen him. The war had aged

him prematurely, but from then on he seemed to stay the same: a grave and rather silent man,

who chose to speak to the world through his art. He worshiped the classic German composers,

especially the "three B's." Each of these had written a few four-hand piano compositions, and

in the course of the years others of their works had been arranged in this form, so now there

were more than a hundred such available. Lanny had ordered a complete collection from one of

the dealers in Berlin; not often can one make a Christmas present which will give so much

pleasure to a friend! The two of them wanted to sit right down and not get up even for meals.

Irma couldn't see how it was possible for human fingers to stand the strain of so much

pounding; she couldn't see how human ears could take in so many notes. She had to remind

them of an engagement at the Schloss; whereupon Kurt leaped up at once, for Seine

Hochgeboren must not be kept waiting, even for Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms.

In return for his pension and his home it was Kurt's duty to play for his patron, and to

assemble, rehearse, and conduct a small orchestra for special occasions such as this Christmas