Screenland (Nov 1940-Apr 1941)

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THIS waiting was worse than the escape from the prison camp at Dachau had been. Then there had been things to do. Danger had been a vital, living thing, not this slow torture of doing nothing, caged in a dark attic room. Onlv thinking, in this quiet desperation of the things that had been, the things that were and the things that might have been. Once, it would not have seemed too much to ask for those things that might have been. Only Marie and the two of them together, growing old as t h e v had been f id ionized by Elizabeth B. Petersen young in safety and love and laughter. Now only the love was left, tearing at Joseph Steiner's heart as he icaifed. For four days he had waited like this hoping against hope that his friends who had given him shelter would be able to deliver his letter to Marie. But she had been so closely watched they had not dared. The Gestapo -which discovered all things knew about that, love Marie and Joseph shared and they felt that one day it would draw' him back to her. And then there would be Dachau again. Now' even the hope of seeing her zvas to be taken mvay from him. There had been inquiries drawing nearer and nearer to the friends -who had risked so much for him. So there were the clothes -waiting for him, the rough, laborer's clothes to disguise the trim lines of his figure, and the (Please turn to page 64)