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"I've had my breakfast," said Von Barwig, and he felt that he was lying in a good cause. The men would have torn down the door and carried him over to the restaurant by main force had they guessed the truth. "Thank God it hasn't come to that," he thought.
"He feels so bad with himself that we have lost our engagement through him that he cannot come over it," said Fico in answer to Pinac's query as to what was the matter with Von Barwig.
This new proof of the affection of the poor, unfortunate creatures who made their afflictions the means of earning their livelihood touched him to the very heart, and for a moment he was unable to find words to express his feelings. Mr. Costello lit a cigar. Von Barwig looked at the water pitcher and then at Costello and began: "Mr. Costello, and and " he paused. "Freaks," prompted Costello.
The fortune of the broken-spirited, broken-hearted old man was now at its lowest ebb; and he gave up the fight. There was a long silence. Jenny was thinking hard. What could she say or do; how could she help him? A knock at the door broke the stillness, which had become almost oppressive. "Come in," said Von Barwig wearily. He barely looked at the door as it opened.
He carefully removed the paper, putting it in his pocket, and then held out a very tiny bunch of violets. "You are spoiling me," declared Hélène, as she took them from him. She had a large bouquet of orchids in her corsage, which she quickly removed, and placed the violets there instead. "I think violets are far prettier than orchids," she said. Von Barwig looked rather dubious.
To hear that music from you was startling." There was a pause. "Do you know the bass part?" he asked. She closed the piano quickly with a bang. "What do you think of Danny?" she asked, ignoring his question. "What a curious girl!" thought Von Barwig, and then he said aloud, "The boy has possibilities, and so have you," he added. Hélène laughed. "It's a shame to deceive him," she thought.
Was it illusion that he should recognise that little doll, her doll, as the doll with which his own child, his own Hélène, had played so long ago? Von Barwig did not start as he picked up this mute evidence of the truth; he was almost prepared for it. It was as if he knew she was his own, and yet did not know it.
It would be a crime not to teach the boy, he thought, so he determined to take him as his pupil. Some six months later an excited Pole bounded into Von Barwig's room and in a mixture of Polish, German and Hebrew threatened Von Barwig with the law if he continued to take his son away from him. He was, as nearly as Von Barwig could make out, little Josef Branski's father.
But there was something else, for a dim figure hovered over him like an angel beckoning him to a fairer, happier land; and the perfume of flowers seemed to fill the room. "I sleep," said Von Barwig to himself, "but I shall soon wake, and then it will go." Soon the figure began to take form and to his half-conscious mind it seemed to assume the shape of his dead wife.
Schwarz?" said Pinac, coming forward and shaking hands with him, and he then introduced him to Von Barwig as Mr. Wolf Schwarz, the Secretary of the Amalgamated Musical Association. Mr. Schwarz then introduced his companion as Mr. Ryan, the representative of the Brickmakers' Union. "Shake hands with Professor Von Barwig, Mr. Ryan," said Schwarz. Mr.
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