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Brauner had examined closely the various species of palms which grow plentifully in that country, and of them there was one whose fibres he thought would be just what Edison wanted. Accordingly, Mr.
Brauner pointed the stem of his pipe toward the outside door and looked meaningly at Mr. Feuerstein. Hilda, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed, put herself between Mr. Feuerstein and the door. "I guess I've got something to say about that!" she exclaimed. "Father, you can't make me marry Otto Heilig. I HATE him. I guess this is a free country. I shall marry Mr. Feuer Carl."
Lena, swelling and rustling with finery and homelier than before her troubles, little though they disturbed her, marched into the shop and up to the end counter, where Hilda was standing. "You are Miss Hilda Brauner?" she said. "I want to see you alone." Hilda looked her surprise but showed Lena into the living-room, which happened to be vacant.
Brauner traversed about two thousand miles of the comparatively unknown interior of Southern Brazil, and procured a large variety of fibrous specimens, which he shipped to Edison a few months later.
"I can not tolerate this coarse hand between me and the woman I love. No more deception! Carl Feuerstein" how he did roll out that name! "can guard his own honor and his own destiny." The door into the private hall opened and in came Brauner and his wife, fine pictures of homely content triumphing over the discomforts of Sunday clothes. They looked at Mr.
But Brauner has a sister in the Second and Edith Bergler's sister is in the Fifth and through them all the classes have heard about it. I suppose nothing is going to be said to our parents or something would have happened already. Besides, to be on the safe side, I have already dropped a few hints at home.
He didn't like anybody to be severe with Hilda, and he felt that their way of helping his courtship was not suited to the modern ideas. "They make her hate me," he often muttered. But if he resented it he would offend them and Hilda too; if he acquiesced he encouraged them and added to Hilda's exasperation. Mrs. Brauner knew at once that Hilda was in some way the cause of the break in the custom.
He went straightway over to Second Avenue to the shop of Geishener, the largest delicatessen dealer in New York. "I've been burned out," he explained. "I must get something to do." Geishener offered him a place at eleven dollars a week. "I'll begin in the morning," said Otto. Then he went to Paul Brauner. "When will you open up again?" asked Brauner. "Not for a long time, several years.
A court officer came to the door and called: "Hilda Brauner!" Hilda rose. She seemed unconcerned, so calm was she. Her nerves had reached the point at which nerves refuse to writhe, or even to record sensations of pain.
"You only get three and a half per cent. in the savings bank," replied Hilda. "We'll give you six. You know it'll be safe Otto and I together can't fail to do well." Brauner reflected. "You can have the money," he said. She went up the Avenue humming softly one of Heine's love songs, still with that wonderful, beautiful look in her eyes. She stopped at the tenement with the vacant store.
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