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Updated: June 7, 2025
"This morning, just as I was leaving for rehearsal, the servant handed me this. My little girl is all I have left now." His voice choked with emotion as he turned once more toward the window. At the sight of his friend's suffering Poons could no longer contain himself, and he fairly blubbered as he read the following: "DEAR ANTON: Henry Ahlmann is in Leipsic and I have seen him.
"Yes, and a fine musician," said the prince. "But he's not at his best to-night." As Von Barwig passed through the artists' room, Poons approached him. Anton motioned him away as if to say, "Don't speak to me," and Poons walked sadly away. The second part of the programme was to begin with Von Barwig's latest work.
Poons, hearing the sound of voices in the room next to his, came in, and the men sat talking over their prospects. Their hopes, their ambitions were about to be realised, and they talked and smoked the cigars Von Barwig had brought home with him until sleep was out of the question; they were too excited to go to bed again.
"Ach, Fräulein Chenny!" said Poons, blushing. "Mr. Poons," gasped Jenny, in complete astonishment, although she must have heard him playing as she came through the hall. "Ach, Fräulein Chenny," he repeated, trying to remember his declaration, but by this time the English sentence he had learned by heart had completely left him.
"Why not?" cried Von Barwig; but Poons did not speak. He stood like some dumb animal awaiting his master's lash; and then Von Barwig knew that Poons knew. "Come!" said Von Barwig in a low, hard voice, with such firmness and determination that Poons, in spite of himself, was compelled to go forward.
Von Barwig seemed deeply interested in watching his men carry off their instruments, and yet, when Poons looked closely into his face, he knew that the leader did not see that which he was apparently watching so closely. "Shall I wait for you, Anton?" ventured Poons finally. As if to remind Von Barwig of his presence, he touched him gently on the arm. Von Barwig started.
When the doctor went downstairs again, a little girl met him, saying, "Miss Jane says you may sit in the parlor, or out on the meranda, till supper is ready." "How pleasant! Won't you come and sit with me?" Doctor Carey replied. "I must put the the lap-robes on the tables to everybody's plate, and the knives and forks and poons. Nen I'll come," she answered.
"She knows?" inquired Poons. "Yes," nodded Von Barwig; and then, with a sigh, "She knows." Five minutes later, Von Barwig, accompanied by Poons, left the house and hurriedly took a cab to the concert hall. It was noticed by more than one member of the Leipsic Philharmonic Orchestra that Herr Director Von Barwig was in unusually high spirits that evening.
As Von Barwig saw his friend, a look of intense pain crossed his face, but he forced himself to smile and say: "Come in, Herr Doctor Poons, and mend this little girl's eye. See, I've given her cake to eat, but it won't do her eye any good!" Hélène laughed gleefully at the idea of cake being good for a broken eye. "Good gracious, how did the eye fall out?" said Dr. Poons, shaking his head gravely.
She tried to open her reticule and finding Skippy in the way, she handed the little animal to Fico, saying: "Will one of you gentlemen please hold Skippy while I find those tickets? He just had a bath and if he rolls over he'll get soiled." Fico took the dog, which promptly yelped, so he hurriedly handed it to Pinac. Pinac, who was afraid of dogs, transferred the animal to Poons.
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