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"My uncle ran away at the time he became of military age rather than go into the army. All he cared for was music. Of course there was quite a stir about it and he changed his name and took his grandmother's maiden name, which was Lehar. He has now adopted that name legally in this country, and is plain 'Mr. Lehar."
Before going down he went to his own room and changed to a suit of white flannels in honor of the occasion. As he was finally making for the stairway he met Veronica Lehar in the upstairs hall. "May I use the telephone in the study?" she asked. "Certainly," he replied, and went in and turned the light on for her and then went on downstairs.
Why, I'd never have any friends at all, because people would rather avoid me than attempt to introduce me to anybody! Besides, it's extravagant to have such a name, it takes so much ink to sign it! Lehar is ever so much more convenient. You can't tell how light and airy I feel since I threw away that long name!" "But Veronica, why didn't you tell us before about this?" asked Hinpoha.
"When you girls reached home after this party last night was Miss Lehar there?" "Yes," answered Migwan and Hinpoha and Gladys together. Sahwah was silent. Immediately Agent Sanders' eye was upon her. "Was she?" he asked directly of Sahwah. Sahwah opened her lips and closed them nervously, unable to frame an untruth, and equally unable to tell what she knew. She looked helplessly at Veronica.
Veronica Lehar, you have shown a strength of character before which we bow in humble admiration, and from this day on you shall be called Torch Bearer." Then she added fervently, "May we all love this country of ours as much as you do!" Veronica turned great shining eyes on Nyoda, and her swiftly rising emotions almost choked her.
All this Nyoda, who was an expert judge of character, read in the faces of the two girls as she watched them with interested and friendly scrutiny. Veronica came in and Hinpoha immediately jumped up and drew her forward with an air of great ceremony. "Girls," she said impressively, "meet Lady Veronica Szathmar er Lehar. She's a real baroness," she added.
"Then isn't your name Lehar either?" asked Hinpoha, while a rustle of surprise went through the group. "No," replied Veronica in a perfectly matter-of-fact voice, "I simply assumed that name at his suggestion. You see, as long as I intended to be an American, I wouldn't have any further use for my title either " "Oh-h-h-h!" exclaimed the Winnebagos in a long breath of astonishment. "Your title!
"In other words," said Agent Sanders as confidently as if he could see right inside of her head and knew everything in it, "this is not the first time Miss Lehar has gone on a mysterious errand at night eh?" Sahwah started, and then was furious at herself because she knew the agent had noticed it.
Many of them perished in the mountains, many are in other countries. How do they know but what I perished, too? How will they ever know that I am here in America when I go by the name of Lehar? Besides, who would ever take the trouble to look for me when our estates have been swept away by the Russians?
The Winnebagos looked up idly as she came in and the next moment the ancestral Chippendale chairs of the Carver family were shoved back unceremoniously as their occupants joined in a mad scramble to see who could reach the cook first, while Nyoda looked on and laughed gleefully. "Veronica! Veronica Lehar!" cried the Winnebagos in wonder and ecstasy. "You here!" "How perfectly gorgeous!"
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