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When they complained to Von Barwig of their ill luck, their inability to obtain good engagements because they could not get into the Musical Union, Von Barwig did not spare them. He told them plainly that they had talent but that they were lazy; they would neither study nor practise, and yet they expected to enjoy the fruits of labour without its drudgery.
"What is the matter with that baby?" he wondered. He stooped and looked at the infant. It was crying piteously, so he looked at the woman and was struck by the fact that she was taking no notice of her child. She seemed to be absolutely unconscious of the fact that it was crying. "How strange!" thought Von Barwig. She was a young, girlish woman with rather attractive features, but pale and wan.
His eyes were full of love, and he held Jenny's hand in his. Although she indignantly snatched it away as soon as the door opened, probably thinking it was her aunt, Von Barwig saw the action, and it brought joy to his poor, bruised old heart. "Come here, Jenny," he said. She nestled by his side. "Poons," he said sternly in German, "how long has this been going on?"
"She made me repent, and God knows she repented. She never had one happy hour since she left you!" Von Barwig was silent. "This is the only blot on my life the one blot on my life," cried Stanton. "And that one blot was my wife and child," said Von Barwig. "While you were at it you accomplished a great deal. Mein Gott, you were colossal!
He hastily opened the trunk, took them out and hurried uptown for the purpose of selling them, but the symphony he did not take he had not the courage to sell that. It was some years since Von Barwig had tried to dispose of his compositions and he made the rounds of the various music publishers with as little success as usual.
"Tell your aunt we shall want one of her bedrooms on the top floor if it is at liberty." "The one next to Mr. Pinac is empty. Aunt will be so pleased that a friend of yours is going to take it." And Jenny rushed off to acquaint her aunt with the good news. Von Barwig told the news of the impending arrival of his friend's son to Pinac and Fico, and the three men went down to the docks to meet him.
Give her what she wants! What's the difference? You're a gentleman she's a lady! She doesn't know any better!" "I am so sorry, so very sorry to trouble " faltered Von Barwig. "You're all right, profess'," broke in Costello, "you earn your money if it is small pay; but the job goes against you, now don't it?" His voice was almost soft. "You ain't used to our kind, are you?"
Hatch had assured him that his partner had positively found the missing wife and child; and Von Barwig had gradually allowed himself to think it possible, then probable, and finally he became almost certain of the successful result of his journey to Chicago.
Von Barwig felt the force of this argument, and he knew there was no reply to be made. His anger was gone he was thoughtful now. Stanton saw that he was gaining ground. "For her sake, Von Barwig," he pleaded; "for her sake! Just think!" Von Barwig interrupted him with a gesture, motioning him to silence. "Look here, Ahlmann," his voice was strangely quiet now. "I knew!
Von Barwig put him at his ease, then called in Pinac and Fico, and they listened to the child's playing in open-mouthed astonishment. Bit by bit Von Barwig elicited his history from him. His name, it appeared, was Josef Branski, and he was the oldest of seven children. His father and mother had come from Warsaw, in Poland, and worked in a sweat shop below Grand Street near the river.
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