midday
was not its cargo his hopes and dreams and plans ? -- was sailing away with another man at the helm ! And he could do nothing -- must sit dumb upon the shore . At half-past twelve he closed the shop and , after the midday dinner with his mother , went down to Brauner 's . Hilda was in the room back of the shop , alone , and so agitated with her own affairs that she forgot to be cold and contemptuous to Otto . He bowed to her , then stood staring at the framed picture of Die Wacht am Rhein as if he had never before seen the wonderful lady in red and gold seated under a tree and gazing out over the river -- all the verses were underneath . When he could stare at it no longer he turned to the other wall where hung the target bearing the marks of Paul Brauner 's best shots in the prize contest he had won .