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"She's all I have, all; she's all I want. I won't go to-night, I won't leave her, do you hear? Let Ruhlmeyer conduct to-night. I can't go, I can't leave her alone! Suppose something were to happen to her?" "But you must go!" said Poons firmly; desperation had given him courage. "You must go!" Von Barwig looked at him in surprise; Poons's tone sobered him a little.
Ah, dear lady, live in the present; it's your only chance of happiness. Jenny, August Poons, they are the present! Live in them, don't discount their happiness, your own happiness, by waiting for some impossible future for your niece. It is in them, my dear friend, you will find happiness. It is in them you will find affection and love.
"Hello, Anton, old friend," cried Fico as he grasped Von Barwig by the hand. "Go on playing, don't stop for me!" said Von Barwig, taking off his rubbers and brushing the snow off his hat and coat. Poons hurriedly put away his 'cello. He was ashamed of playing ordinary waltz music in the presence of Von Barwig.
"Is it possible, dear lady, that you, in your woman's heart, never wished that you had something to take care of besides Skippy?" "Yes, but Mr. Poons is not " began Miss Husted, and then she blurted out "I can't understand him; he can't understand me. I might talk to him for a week and he wouldn't know what I was talking about!" "Yes, but Jenny understands him. What joy have you in life alone?
As she did so she burst into a flood of tears, and giving way completely to her feelings, she knelt by the little trunk and fairly sobbed as if her heart would break. When Pinac, Fico and Poons returned to their respective rooms they found her kneeling by the trunk. When they spoke to her she pretended to be singing a worn-out ditty of years gone by.
The question is, what shall we have for dinner, not who shall pay for it?" And then without awaiting a reply, he opened the door and called for Jenny. Pinac and Fico looked at each other. It was evident to them that Miss Husted had exaggerated Von Barwig's poverty, so their spirits rose at once. "Jenny! We take dinner here. Get me the menu, Poons.
Then he added, "I have been to a wedding, yes, a wedding! Ah, Jenny, how is my little girl?" Von Barwig took the flower he had in his coat and placed it in her hand. "Wear it, Jenny, wear it! Perhaps it will bring you good fortune! There should be two weddings, not one," he added, looking at Poons. "Two, indeed!" ejaculated Miss Husted, with a toss of her curls. "One is too many sometimes!"
Poons wanted to pour out his heart to Miss Husted and tell her all, but Von Barwig promptly squelched this impulse, and sent him out of the room. Jenny followed him, and Von Barwig faced Miss Husted alone. "They are charming young people," began Von Barwig. "Yes, when they're apart," she replied. "Now what have you against young Poons?" he asked conciliatingly.
"Either I can't hear you this morning, or the first violins are late in attacking and the wood wind drags drags drags." "What's the matter? We've played this a hundred times," growled Karlschmidt, the bass clarionet player, to Poons, the Dutch horn soloist, who sat at the desk next to him.
He loved Anton; he knew that what he had to say would make him suffer; and that he could not bear to see. He tried to speak, faltered "I cannot, I cannot!" and burst into tears. Von Barwig walked up to the window and gazed steadily into the street. "It's more serious than I thought," he said after a few moments' pause, giving Poons time to recover in some slight degree from his emotion.
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