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The matter was so extraordinary that everybody at the table went across the park, and when they were admitted they found the governor in his library enjoying his bottle of blue-labelled Johannisberger. When Mr. Tilden was elected governor, my friend, General Husted, was speaker of the assembly, which was largely Republican.
"Yes, Jenny is a very good girl; her father was a member of one of the oldest New York families, quite the aristocrat let me tell you!" "Ah, yes. Her father is dead?" repeated Von Barwig, "and her mother also?" he asked. "I am her only living relative," sighed Miss Husted. "Ah, I am glad of that," said Von Barwig simply, "Yes I Jenny and I have come to an understanding.
Mangenborn was either deaf or did not notice it, for she went on unconsciously: "Yes, I am an artist a second-sight artist." "Second-sight?" "Yes; I tell fortunes, read the future " "Oh?" said Miss Husted, and that one word was enough to have driven an ordinary person out of the front door, convinced of being insulted, but Mrs. Mangenborn was not sensitive.
Miss Husted followed this glance with her eye and rather testily suggested to her niece that the bell was ringing and there was no one to answer it. Jenny, who was glad to get out alive, hurriedly made her escape. Poons, sighing deeply, went into the alcove and looked out of the window. Miss Husted sat down, looked around the room pathetically, then followed Poons's example and sighed.
Poons was so startled by hearing them all shout at him at once that he dropped the dog into Von Barwig's coal scuttle, whence it finally issued covered with coal dust and ran yelping into Miss Husted's arms. That lady petted the frightened animal while Pinac pushed the unfortunate Poons out of the room. When Miss Husted had completely recovered herself, she held up the pawn tickets.
Oh, dear," she went on, almost in tears, for shallow as she was herself, she loved the child deeply, "shall I send for a doctor? I think I'd better; I always feel safer with a doctor in the house." "Wait till the morning," suggested Mrs. Mangenborn; "if anything's going to develop, you'll know what it is by then." "Do you think anything will develop?" inquired Miss Husted, clutching Mrs.
"I should like a cup of tea," she said simply. "It's a very hot day." The magnificent coolness of this request fairly caught Miss Husted. Given a person who can tell fortunes, and another person on the lookout for one, a person who has infinite hope in the future, whose whole life indeed is in the future, and it doesn't take long to establish an entente cordiale.
He mustered up courage to go and see him. Van Praag received him cordially and invited him to dinner that evening at one of the big hotels. Von Barwig put on his old dress suit, and Houston Mansion quickly recognised the fact. Miss Husted especially was most enthusiastic. "Oh, professor, how well you look!" she cried. "Mrs.
You see I am nearly all ready. Pinac and Fico will help me; and up I shall go! It is one way of getting up in the world, eh, Miss Husted?" he said with a little laugh, and he looked at her as if he expected her to laugh, too, but she did not join in his merriment. "There's no room upstairs," she said at last, as if determined he should not go.
Mangenborn gave signs that it had gone home; for she arose. "I am very sorry," she said with heavy-weight dignity, "I am very sorry." "There is nothing to be sorry for, only this, Mrs. Mangenborn! I'd like it to be thoroughly understood that no person in this living world can besmirch the character of Professor Von Barwig without besmirching me," and Miss Husted folded her arms somewhat defiantly.
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