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But she took them and pressed them to her face. "They look very meagre among all this great horticultural display," said Von Barwig regretfully. "They came from the heart and I love them," she said as she fastened them in her corsage. "Well, now we begin," he said as he took out the lead pencil that he always used as a baton. "There must be progress to-day."
It was immaterial; right or wrong, they must go out because others went; those were the orders from headquarters. "Of course, Von Barwig, you'll stand for whatever the Amalgamated stands for?" said Schwarz. "You'll resign until the matter is settled, I presume?" queried Mr. Ryan. Von Barwig shook his head.
"Here comes poor old Von Barwig," they would say, and then they would smile at his earnest face with its sad, longing expression and sympathise with him for his beautiful smile of resignation as he folded up his package of compositions and went sadly away. They admired his technical skill, but thought him very foolish to waste his time on such "stuff" as they called it.
A silver baton that had been given him by the director of the Gewandhaus was the last thing to go. It was quite a wrench to part with it, for it was the last link between Von Barwig and his musical past.
I call him," said Fico, tapping lightly on the door of the lumber room that served Von Barwig as a bedroom. Receiving no reply, Fico knocked louder. Finally he pushed open the door. It had no lock on it and the catch was broken. Fico looked into the room, shook his head and then turned and stared at his friends. "He have gone up," he said with an anxious look.
Now he barely glanced at her, and his eyes did not rest on her for a moment. The girl's sensitive nature made her conscious that he did not think of her when he spoke to her. "What's her name?" asked Jenny, after a long pause, during which Von Barwig put on his cape coat. Once more he did not appear to hear her, and Jenny repeated the question. "What's her name, Herr Von Barwig?"
Joles rubbed his chin in a perplexed way. He looked around, none of the pictures were missing, nor had the statuary been removed. But Denning shouldn't have asked the stranger into the reception-room. Von Barwig ventured to say that he had an appointment. Mr. Joles nodded. "Oh, you have an appointment! Written?" "No," replied Von Barwig. "Oh, verbal? At what hour?" questioned Mr. Joles.
Beverly Cruger was far and away the most undemonstrative man of her acquaintance, and his cordial greeting of her old music master went straight to her heart. "He likes him because perhaps, because I do," she thought. "Do you know you remind me very much of a splendid bust of Beethoven I saw in the British Museum? Upon my word you do!" Von Barwig bowed.
These men were not only grateful to Von Barwig for his kindness, but they loved him, and recognising in him the real artist had unbounded respect for him.
"What hope could there be for his recovery?" thought Von Barwig, and he then and there resolved on a plan of action. Before he left the house he had given the father all the money he had and secured a room with plenty of light and air and a nurse for the boy. His efforts were crowned with success.
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