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"You are coming to see us to-morrow?" asked Mrs. Brauner he always called on Sunday afternoons and stayed until five, when he had to open shop for the Sunday supper rush. "Why that is not exactly no," he stammered. Hilda had told him not to come, but he knew that if he admitted it to her parents they would be severe with her.
Feuerstein with candidly questioning surprise. Avenue A is not afraid to look, and speak, its mind. Otto came forward. "This is Mr. Feuerstein," he said. At once Brauner showed that he was satisfied, and Mrs. Brauner beamed. "Oh, a friend of yours," Brauner said, extending his hand. "Glad to see any friend of Otto's." Mr.
Her hand dropped and revealed the drawn, twitching face of Sophie Liebers. "Your Honor," said Hanlon hurriedly, "that is the woman upon whose statement we made our case. She told us she saw Hilda Brauner coming from the family entrance just before the alarm was given." "Are you sure she's the woman you saw?" said the magistrate to Wielert. "Be careful what you say."
And I shall give you the addresses of my noble relatives in Germany, though I greatly fear they will oppose my marriage. You, sir, were born in the Fatherland. You know their prejudices." "Don't trouble yourself," said Brauner ironically. "Just take yourself off and spare yourself the disgrace of mingling with us plain folk. Hilda, go to your room!"
And the burst of applause which greeted the last bellowing groan was full as hearty as that which greets the bad singing or worse playing at the average musicale. Swollen with vanity and streaming with sweat, Mr. Feuerstein sat down. "Good, Mr. Feuerstein ah! it is grand!" said Brauner. Hilda looked at her lover proudly.
When the customers had gone Brauner said: "Go up to Schwartz and Heilig, daughter, and ask them for two two-pound chickens. And tell Otto Heilig you'll be glad to see him to-morrow." "But we don't need the chickens, now. We " Hilda's brow contracted and her chin came out. "Do as I tell you," said her father. "MY children shall not sink to the disrespect of these days."
"I've got nothing left and a lot of debts. "Yes I know," interrupted Hilda. She went up to him and put her arm round his neck. "We'll have to begin at the bottom," she said with a gentle, cheerful smile. Brauner pretended that he heard some one calling him from the shop. "Yes right away!" he shouted.
Brauner flung this at Mr. Feuerstein in High-German. Hilda, mortified and alarmed, was also proud that her father was showing Mr. Feuerstein that she came of people who knew something, even if they were "trades-folk." "I can answer all your questions to your satisfaction," replied Mr. Feuerstein loftily, with a magnanimous wave of his white hand. "My friends will speak for me.
At this Heilig came forward again, pale and sad, but calm. "No, Mr. Brauner she is not engaged. I'm sure she loves this gentleman, and I want her to be happy. I can not be anything to her but her friend. And I want you to give him a chance to show himself worthy of her." Brauner burst out furiously at Hilda.
"Oh, you must come," she said. "We'd feel strange all week if we didn't see you on Sunday." "Yes I must have my cards," insisted Brauner. He and Otto always played pinochle; Otto's eyes most of the time and his thoughts all the time were on Hilda, in the corner, at the zither, playing the maddest, most romantic music; her father therefore usually won, poor at the game though he was.
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