Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 3, 2025
"Are you sure there is no message for me?" pleaded Von Barwig. "Quite sure," responded Mr. Joles. "But there must be," pleaded the old man. He was desperate now. "Did she get my note?" "My advice is for you to go home and wait till Miss Stanton signifies that your presence is required. That's the best thing to do really." Mr.
Finally he rang the bell, and added to it a loud knock. His persistence was rewarded, for Mr. Joles came to the door. He did not wait for Von Barwig to speak, as he usually did, but proceeded to inform the old man that his actions were "simply disgraceful." "Miss Stanton is not in and what's more she is not liable to be in," he said severely. "Some people cannot take a hint!
She must know, he felt sure she knew now and his degradation was complete. The old man turned to go now desiring only to get away, somewhere, anywhere, where he could hide his head, where he could hide his grief from the world. Joles shut the door with a bang. He evidently intended that the music master's dismissal should be final. That door bang put a new idea into Von Barwig's bewildered brain.
"Three," answered Von Barwig. "Are you quite sure?" inquired Mr. Joles doubtfully. "I have received no orders." Von Barwig remained silent. What could he say? The man evidently doubted his word. "If you will please tell her," he said gently. "I am not at all sure that Miss Stanton is in," said Mr. Joles, and he stood there as if in doubt as to how to proceed.
The old man was now almost incoherent. "I have her back! she is mine, she is mine!" At this juncture Joles entered. "Speak; tell him!" shouted Von Barwig. "If you don't, I do!" "Call Miss Stanton," said Mr. Stanton. "And her friends," commanded Von Barwig. Stanton nodded acquiescence; and Joles left the room. "You've ruined me; and you'll ruin her," said Stanton in despair.
He pointed to a chair, and indicated that she should be seated. She noticed his embarrassment and addressed the servant. "You had better wait for me downstairs, Joles," she said quickly. Then as the man closed the door behind him she turned to Von Barwig, and spoke in a rich, warm, contralto voice that vibrated with youth and health. "You teach music, do you not? At least they said you did!"
He had loved her for months, he told himself, and each time he had made up his mind to speak this foreigner had been the means of preventing him. "Send him up please, Joles. I want you to meet Mr. Cruger, Herr Von Barwig," said Hélène as she glanced at the card Joles handed her, and rose from the piano where she was taking a lesson.
Her prospective father-in-law appeared to her somewhat punctilious, but she determined to humour him. "Your father is quite right, Beverly," she said. "I should have cabled at once." At this moment Joles entered, apparently somewhat nervous. "Mr. Von Barwig is here, miss," he explained. "I told him you were engaged, but " "Ask him to come up, Joles."
"It's all right, Joles," said Miss Stanton, cutting him rather short. She evidently did not value that gentleman's explanations very highly, and took it for granted that Herr Von Barwig didn't care to hear them. Joles bowed and left the room. "Well! I'm right glad to see you. It's a long way up town, isn't it?" Von Barwig nodded. He could not speak; he could only look at her.
Stanton received this telegram, he also received a letter from his daughter begging him to come home as soon as he could, as her mail had been tampered with and she strongly suspected Joles of acting in a most deceitful manner for reasons she could not fathom.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking