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All the city salesmen and the boys on Washington Avenue, even Mark Haas himself, that time he was in the store with Lester, knows the way we live. You don't need to be ashamed of your little home, Selene, even if it ain't on West Pine Boulevard." "It'll be your last expense, mama. The Walsingham, that's where the girl that Lester Goldmark marries is expected to have her reception."
Massenet, Saint-Saëns, Humperdinck, Goldmark, Richard Strauss, Paderewski, and all the others have followed in Wagner's footsteps. Such, briefly told, is the story of Richard Wagner and Modern Music. The "music of the future" has become the music of the present. What the future will bring no one can tell. Croakers say, as they have always said, that the race of giants has died out.
The studies of Miss Goldmark of industrial fatigue, recuperative power and maximum productivity are contributions toward that distant and desirable period when labor shall be a free and joyous activity. Every suggestion which turns work from a drudgery to a craft is worth our deepest interest. For until then the labor problem will never be solved.
Lester Goldmark, his long body barely knitted yet to man's estate, and his complexion almost clear, standing omnivorous, omnipotent, omnipresent, his hair so well brushed that it lay like black japanning, a white carnation at his silk lapel, and his smile slightly projected by a rush of very white teeth to the very front. Next in line, Mrs.
Take my arm, Lester honey. People mama used to know." Miss Coblenz leaned forward beyond the dais with the frail curve of a reed. "Howdado, Mrs. Suss.... Thank you. Thanks. Howdado, Sara? Meet my fiancé, Lester Haas Goldmark; Mrs. Suss and Sara Suss, my fiancé.... That's right, better late than never. There's plenty left.... We think he is, Mrs. Suss. Aw, Lester honey, quit! Mama, here's Mrs.
He pulled out the platinum solitaire, laid it on the palm of one hand, and extended the hand to Mrs. Goldmark. "You've seen the like of that before, ain't you?" asked Melky. "Mercy be upon us!" gasped Mrs. Goldmark, starting in her seat. "I've the fellow to it lying in my desk!" "And it was left on a table in your restaurant," continued Melky, "by a man what looked like a Colonial party I know!
Now, look here," he continued, leading the way into the little back- parlour where Lauriston had found Daniel Multenius lying dead, "here's you and me alone Zillah, she's upstairs, and Mrs. Goldmark is with her. Just you tell me what you saw when you came in here, d'you see, Mr. Lauriston never mind the police just give me the facts.
Goldmark, ain't you going to be nice and let me put this round your beautiful neck?" Mrs. Goldmark screamed again as Melky produced a diamond necklace, lying in a blue velvet bed in a fine morocco case. The glitter of the diamonds turned both beholders hoarse with emotion. "Do you know what, Mrs. Goldmark!" whispered Melky. "It cost a thousand guineas and no error!
Willy P. Goldmark's yellow and gold drawing-room, under a thousand-candle-power chandelier, with reflectors aimed at her from every point of the compass. I had seen her wincing and shivering there in her outraged nudity at one of the Goldmark "crushes." "But you can't get her, Neave," I objected. "No, I can't get her," he said.
We haven't seen each other since " "Good God, man!" broke in Purdie, staring at his host. "What's it all mean? Are you disguised?" Levendale laughed ruefully and glanced at the mean garments which Mrs. Goldmark had spoken of. "Necessity!" he said. "Had to! Ah! I've been through some queer times and in queer places. Look here what do you know?" "Know!" cried Purdie.
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