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However, your instructions in regard to these securities were definite and we have obeyed them. Hoping this will meet with your satisfaction, we remain, "Yours obediently, A draft on Drexel, Morgan's bank, for $1,000 dropped from Von Barwig's hand; he picked it up mechanically and looked at it.
During Von Barwig's absence from his room that morning, young Poons had taken possession of it for the purpose of practising on his 'cello, but this was not his only reason. Jenny invariably made it a point to straighten out Von Barwig's room at just about the time that Poons happened to arrive.
She had hardly struck the opening chords of a simple pianoforte piece when there came a knock at the door. Before Von Barwig could speak a man entered. She stopped playing and Von Barwig's heart sank as he recognised the collector for the pianoforte house. "I am engaged, sir. If you please, another time!" "I've called for the piano," said the man, taking some papers out of his pocket.
"Yes, I allow you to do so," she persisted, and then she added, "Do you know, Herr Barwig, I like you, in spite of a strong temptation to be very angry with you?" She had now moved around to the piano. "You know," she said enthusiastically, "I love music and musical people. Some of the very greatest artists come to my father's musicales." "My father," the words made Von Barwig's heart sink.
As soon as they heard his voice they came trooping down the stairs, making so much noise that Miss Husted rushed out of her room and asked whether the house was on fire. They all crowded pell-mell into Von Barwig's room. Was this the usually calm, dignified professor?
Then she mechanically picked a tune on the piano with one finger. Von Barwig's trained musical ear caught the melody in a moment. "Where did you hear that?" he asked quickly. "At your house," she answered, "the night I brought Danny to you. I have a very keen ear for music," she added. "You gave me quite a start," he said. "It is my symphony, my dead and buried work.
In Anton Von Barwig's condition of mind at that moment, had it occurred to him that Poons knew the awful fact that was confronting him, he would have taken him by the throat and then and there compelled him to confess what he knew or thought he knew; but he walked on in silence, followed by his devoted friend.
Tears were in his eyes, but the man did not look at him; he went into the hall, opened the front door, and yelled out, "Come on, Bill " Miss Stanton arose from the piano and walked over to the window. "It is a very busy view from here, isn't it?" she said; "gracious, how crowded the streets are!" Poor Von Barwig's cup of misery was now full. She had been a witness of his poverty.
Von Barwig's blood ran hot and cold; his heart beat so rapidly he could hear it. He read the letter again and again. His first impulse was to rush out into the hall to tell all his friends; to shout, to dance, to, give way to excitement. This he resisted. Then a great calm came over him; the end of his ill luck had come at last. It was a long lane, but the turning was there and he had reached it.
It was she who had given her son Von Barwig's address and begged him to seek him out in America and greet him for her. Poons was greatly astonished at Von Barwig's appearance and condition, for he had always heard of him as one of the great conductors of Germany.
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