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"He's a music master in the neighbourhood, I believe, sir," went on the servant. "A music master," he repeated. "Yes, he was; but he is no more," said Von Barwig, who now realised that the man wanted to find him. "Dead, sir?" "No, I am Mr. Von Barwig. I teach, but I give up. You hear?
Hélène looked at him and laughed. "If father was only like you," she thought. "Yes," she said aloud. "I suppose I wanted to show my father the progress I have made, so I practised on the sly." "Let us continue," said Von Barwig, who was now very anxious to see what new surprise his pupil was going to give him. "Have you arranged with Mrs.
In after years, Von Barwig always remembered the sinking sensation he felt when this fact came home to him in full force. "Well, one thing," said Anton, as he swallowed something that came in his throat and threatened to choke him, "one thing, she was kind to the little one; the was a kind mother, eh?" "Kind? kind?" began Poons fiercely. "Is it kind to " Von Barwig silenced him with a look.
Poons passed through a magnificently furnished drawing-room and library, and thence into the dining-room. "This way," said the girl, opening the dining-room door, beyond which was a passage leading to the kitchen and bedrooms. Poons looked surprised, and the girl hastened to say: "Herr Von Barwig is in the nursery." "Ah, of course," nodded Poons, as he followed her.
"I found them," she said dolefully, "under that pile of music." "Gritt Scott!" said Pinac. He knew at a glance what they were; experience had taught him. "Are they of Von Barwig?" he inquired. Fico took three or four of the tickets. "From Anton; yes," and then he sighed and shook his head. The men knew Von Barwig was poor, but they had no idea to what extent his poverty had reached.
"Has she written?" he asked falteringly. Beverly made no reply, but thought a moment. "How many letters have you sent Miss Stanton?" he asked. Von Barwig hesitated. "Perhaps perhaps some five or six," he said apologetically. "Hum!" commented Beverly, "five or six, eh? How many times have you called during, say, the past month?" Von Barwig shook his head; he could not remember.
His eyes glistened; his very life seemed to depend on the answer. Beverly nodded. "Yes, she wanted me to ask you a few questions. Are you sure you have the time to spare?" Von Barwig laughed from sheer joy. Time! to some one who came from her! He could only nod in acquiescence and wait for the young man to speak. "How many letters have you received from Miss Stanton?" asked Beverly.
"No, no!" interposed Von Barwig quickly. "No, not freaks! Ladies and gentlemen of the Curio Salon." "Very neatly put, but they'd get a swelled head if they heard it," broke in Costello, puffing on his cigar. "I accept your gift with with great great pleasure," went on Von Barwig; "with more pleasure than I can say!" "Drink hearty and often," said Costello loudly. "May it never be empty!
Von Barwig was now quite positive that the clergyman was addressing himself directly to him, and he felt that the moment had come to declare the truth to the whole world. As in a dream one makes no effort to connect the present with the past or future or to account in any way for the logic of events, so did Von Barwig make no effort to understand how or why his secret was known to the clergyman.
"But it is over and done now, so why punish any one?" began Von Barwig. Hélène shook her head. "It hasn't begun yet," she said, ringing the bell. Denning answered it. "Send Joles please," she said. Denning bowed and a little later Joles appeared. "Herr Von Barwig, my music master, will be here at three o'clock to-morrow afternoon. You will please admit him at once."
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