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Updated: June 7, 2025
A succession of misfortunes, of which this little scene might have been called the tragic culmination, had taken place in the life and family of William Gerhardt, a glass-blower by trade.
The old finishing room was a thing of the past, and Dan's dream of a light, well-ventilated workroom for the girls was already taking definite form. She could see him now in the yard below, a blue-print in his hand, explaining to a group of workmen some detail of the new building. One old glass-blower, peering at the plan through heavy, steel-rimmed spectacles, had his arm across Dan's shoulder.
Norwood was unable to get any further for the tempest of jeering and ridicule that overwhelmed him. "Freedom in Ireland!" shrieked Comrade Mary Allen. "And in India! And in Egypt!" bellowed Comrade Koeln, the glass-blower, whose mighty lungs had been twenty years preparing for this emergency.
"Then tell me where to find my dog and you shall have the powder," promised the wizard. So the glass-blower went out and pretended to search, and by-and-by he returned and said: "I've discovered the dog. You will find him in the mansion of Miss Mydas." The wizard went at once to see if this were true, and, sure enough, the glass dog ran out and began barking at him.
Quartermaster-Sergeant Rae turned over the Company roll. "There is no no no man of that profession here, sirr," he reported, after scanning the document. "But," he added optimistically, "there is a machine-fitter and a glass-blower. Will I warn one of them?" "I think we had better call for a volunteer first," said Major Kemp tactfully.
But guard it well, for it is the only drop of its kind in the world, and I've forgotten the recipe." "Thank you," said the glass-blower, and went back to his room. Then the wizard cast a wizzy spell and mumbled several very learned words in the wizardese language over the glass dog.
"It is of no use to say that the poor fellow is only a glass-blower," Venier continued. "There are men besides patricians in the world, and good men, too. I mean to tell Contarini what I think of it to-night." "I will, too," said Foscari at once. "And I intend to use all the influence my family has, to obtain a fair hearing for the Dalmatian. I hope you will help me.
Immediately he placed the dog outside his door, where it would bark at anyone who dared knock and so disturb the studies of its master. The glass-blower, on returning to his room, decided not to use the one drop of wizard cure-all just then.
Finally he inquired, "What ever became of that little fellow who was sick about your camp?" Edwards meditated until Mouse said, "He's thinking about little St. John, the fiddler." "Oh, yes, Patsy St. John, the little glass-blower," said Edwards, as he sat up on a roll of bedding. "He's dead long ago. Died at our camp.
The miserable glass-blower went home with a heart bursting with disappointment and began tying a rope to the bedpost by which to hang himself. Some one knocked at the door, and, upon opening it, he saw the wizard. "I've lost my dog," he announced. "Have you, indeed?" replied the glass-blower tying a knot in the rope. "Yes; some one has stolen him."
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