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It associates respectability with work only, and it therefore suspects those who look as if they did not work and did not know how. Sophie was soon answering of her own accord the questions Heilig as a gentleman could not ask. "You must have heard of Mr. Feuerstein? He's an actor at the German Theater.
"But I shan't be here to-morrow! I've made another engagement." "You SHALL be here to-morrow! If you don't wish young Heilig here for your own sake, you must show consideration for your parents. Are they to be deprived of their Sunday afternoon? You have never done this before, Hilda. You have never forgotten us before."
She joined Sophie and Heilig and walked along in silence, Sophie between Otto and her. He caught glimpses of her face, and it made his heart ache and his courage faint to see the love-light in her eyes and she as far away from him as Heaven from hell, far away in a world from which he was excluded. He and Sophie left her at her father's and he took Sophie home.
A few minutes and Hilda and Mr. Feuerstein were seated on a bench in the deep shadow of a tree, Sophie and Heilig walking slowly to and fro a short distance away. Heilig was miserable with despondent jealousy. He longed to inquire about this remarkable-looking new friend of Hilda's. For Mr. Feuerstein seemed to be of that class of strangers whom Avenue A condemns on their very appearance.
In the evening, when he came home from the shop, she told him. "There isn't a word of truth in it, mother," he said. "I don't care who told you, it's a lie." "Your love makes you blind," answered the mother. "But I can see that her vanity has led her just where vanity always leads to destruction." "Who told you?" he demanded. Mrs. Heilig gave him the names of several women.
We're plain people down here and don't understand these fine, grand ways. You must pass as my friend whom I brought here but I make one condition." He drew a long breath and looked at Hilda. For the first time she heard him, the real Otto Heilig, speak. "Hilda," he went on, "I don't want to hurt you I'd do anything for you, except hurt you. And I can't stand for this fel for Mr.
But Sophie, without letting go of Hilda's hand, paused and spoke to Otto. Thus Hilda was forced to stop and to say ungraciously: "Mr. Feuerstein, Mr. Heilig." Then she and Mr. Feuerstein went on, and Sophie drew the reluctant Otto in behind them. She gradually slackened her pace, so that she and Heilig dropped back until several couples separated them from Hilda and Mr. Feuerstein.
"I saw that you were in trouble," he wailed, "and that upset me. It's my fault. I've ruined us both." There was nothing left of their business or capital, nothing but seven hundred dollars in debts to the importers of whom they bought. Heilig shook off his stupor after a few minutes. "No matter," he said. "What's past is past."
Sophie felt that she had done a fair evening's work not progress, but progress in sight. "At least," she reflected, "he's seeing that he isn't in it with Hilda and never can be. I must hurry her on and get her married to that fool. A pair of fools!" Heilig found his mother waiting up for him. As she saw his expression, anxiety left her face, but cast a deeper shadow over her heart.
"He cleans out every morning and he moves everything twice a week." She had a round, honest face that was an inspiring study in simplicity, sense and sentiment. "What a worker!" was her husband's comment. "So unlike most of the young men nowadays. If August were only like him!" "You'd think Heilig was a drone if he were your son," replied Mrs. Brauner.
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