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But don't forget, when the lecturer says, 'Bosco, Bosco, the armless wonder! play up lively, see? and when he says, 'Bites their heads off and eats their bodies; eats 'em alive, eats 'em alive! give it to her thumpin'!" Here Von Barwig drew a deep breath. He was tired, tired unto his very soul of the whole business; but he had to go on.
He is a distinguished citizen?" said Von Barwig, and the last ray of hope died within him. "He is a distinguished citizen," he said to himself, "and he is her father." He sighed deeply, and reproached himself for ever having hoped. "That old man has a history," thought the elder Cruger, as he went up to Hélène, intent on saying good-bye to her.
Von Barwig had heard the name many times, but at that moment he did not recognise it, although it was the name of the greatest heiress in New York. His ear caught the word "Hélène" and he could only repeat it over and over again. "Elene, Elene!" "Hélène," corrected Miss Stanton. "Ah, in my language it is Elene; yes, Elene!" Then a great hope took possession of him.
You must dress, you have barely five minutes: five to dress, ten to get to the Gewandhaus." "Ha! they can wait!" said Von Barwig grimly. "Prince Mecklenburg Strelitz, the Kaiser, all Germany can wait, while I mend the strings of my heart!" The nurse-maid came in and suggested that it was time to put little Fräulein to bed. Poons looked at her closely; her eyelids were red, for she had been crying.
He saluted the conductor with such a hearty good-morning, that the man looked at him in astonishment. "You must be feeling pretty good to call this a good morning," said that functionary, as he collected his fare. "Back of this awful blizzard is the beautiful sunshine," said Von Barwig, with a smile.
Once, during breakfast, Pinac heard Poons sigh and kicked him under the table, whereupon he immediately grinned. Von Barwig saw this lightning change and wondered what was the matter. "Are you in pain?" he asked. "No," replied Poons, trying to smile, but only succeeding in grinning. Then he laughed with real tears in his eyes. "Are you laughing or crying?" asked Von Barwig.
"We've had lots of lessons," replied Octavie, "but I don't think we've studied; at least I haven't!" she confessed. "Don't count on me! I know nothing; absolutely nothing!" volunteered Charlotte. "Well," said Von Barwig sententiously, "that is something at all events! Many musicians take years to discover that." "I only want to know enough to do a few stunts," said Charlotte to him gaily.
They all talked at once, and everybody ate, drank and made merry. Miss Husted sang a song! After the rattle and banging of plates, knives and forks had subsided and the coffee had been brought in, Von Barwig was called upon to make a speech.
"There is no demand for my music," he thought, and he went into a fashionable music emporium, as a last hope. The clerks at Schumein's recognised him in a moment; his was a face one could not forget. Mr. Schumein, the head of the firm, could not see him; he was busy. "I will wait," said Von Barwig, and he sat down. "I'm afraid he'll be busy all the afternoon," said the clerk apprehensively.
He pointed to a chair, and indicated that she should be seated. She noticed his embarrassment and addressed the servant. "You had better wait for me downstairs, Joles," she said quickly. Then as the man closed the door behind him she turned to Von Barwig, and spoke in a rich, warm, contralto voice that vibrated with youth and health. "You teach music, do you not? At least they said you did!"
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