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So Trina had given up the idea of any help from her family. For that matter she needed none. She still had her five thousand, and Uncle Oelbermann paid her the interest with a machine-like regularity.
Selina sang the "alto," very much off the key; Marcus intoned the bass, scowling fiercely, his chin drawn into his collar. They sang in very slow time. The song became a dirge, a lamentable, prolonged wail of distress: "Nee-rah, my Gahd, to Thee, Nee-rah to Thee-ah." At the end of the song, Uncle Oelbermann put on his hat without a word of warning. Instantly there was a hush. The guests rose.
"Not going so soon, Uncle Oelbermann?" protested Trina, politely. He only nodded. Marcus sprang forward to help him with his overcoat. Mr. Sieppe came up and the two men shook hands. Then Uncle Oelbermann delivered himself of an oracular phrase. No doubt he had been meditating it during the supper. Addressing Mr. Sieppe, he said: "You have not lost a daughter, but have gained a son."
"There's Uncle Oelbermann," Trina had suggested, remembering the rich relative who had the wholesale toy store in the Mission. Mr. Sieppe struck his hand to his forehead. "Ah, an idea," he cried. In the end an agreement was made. The money was invested in Mr. Oelbermann's business. He gave Trina six per cent. Invested in this fashion, Trina's winning would bring in twenty-five dollars a month.
"Four hundred, did you say?" remarked Uncle Oelbermann, taking the cap from his fountain pen. "Yes, four hundred," exclaimed Trina, quickly, her eyes glistening. Trina cashed the check and returned home with the money all in twenty-dollar pieces as she had desired in an ecstasy of delight.
So when the dentist had asked where Trina could be found, Uncle Oelbermann, believing that McTeague was seeking a reconciliation, had told him without hesitation, and, he added: "She was in here only yesterday and drew out the balance of her money. She's been drawing against her money for the last month or so. She's got it all now, I guess." "Ah, she's got it all."
Old Grannis and Miss Baker passed each other in the hall in a constrained silence, her grenadine brushing against the elbow of his wrinkled frock coat. Uncle Oelbermann superintended Heise opening the case of champagne with the gravity of a magistrate. Owgooste was assigned the task of filling the new salt and pepper canisters of red and blue glass.
That's my uncle. He has a wholesale toy store in the Mission. They say he's awful rich." "No, I don' know him." "His stepdaughter wants to be a nun. Just fancy! And Mr. Oelbermann won't have it. He says it would be just like burying his child. Yes, she wants to enter the convent of the Sacred Heart. Are you a Catholic, Doctor McTeague?" "No. No, I " "Papa is a Catholic.
One day she presented herself again in the office of the whole-sale toy store. "Will you let me have a check for two hundred dollars, Uncle Oelbermann?" she said. The great man laid down his fountain pen and leaned back in his swivel chair with great deliberation. "I don't understand, Mrs. McTeague," he said. "Every week you come here and draw out a little of your money.
The animals once done, she put together and painted the arks, some dozen of them, all windows and no doors, each one opening only by a lid which was half the roof. She had all the work she could handle these days, for, from this time till a week before Christmas, Uncle Oelbermann could take as many "Noah's ark sets" as she could make.
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