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"He was full the other night and he told one of our people he was married to a rich man's daughter." "Was the name Brauner?" asked Otto. "He didn't name any names. But let me think they say it's a daughter of a brewer, away up town. Yes, Ganser I think that was the name." "Oh!" Otto's face brightened. "Where is Ganser's place?" he asked. "I don't know look in the directory.
Then she said: "We're going to be married next week. And I want two thousand dollars. We'll give you our note." Brauner rubbed his face violently. "We're going to start a delicatessen," she continued, "in the empty store where Bischoff was. It'll take two thousand dollars to start right." "That's a good deal of money," objected her father.
"He cleans out every morning and he moves everything twice a week." She had a round, honest face that was an inspiring study in simplicity, sense and sentiment. "What a worker!" was her husband's comment. "So unlike most of the young men nowadays. If August were only like him!" "You'd think Heilig was a drone if he were your son," replied Mrs. Brauner.
Brauner was still grumbling. Mr. Feuerstein could not possibly be adjusted in his mind to his beloved ideals, his religion of life "Arbeit und Liebe und Heim." Still he was yielding and Hilda saw the signs of it. She knew he was practically won over and was secretly inclined to be proud that his daughter had made this exalted conquest.
Brauner was sent for and dispatched to Brazil in December, 1880, to search for and send samples of this and such other palms, fibres, grasses, and canes as, in his judgment, would be suitable for the experiments then being carried on at Menlo Park.
Feuerstein rose and took leave most graciously. "May I return this evening?" he said to Brauner. "Always glad to see our friends," answered Brauner with a shamefaced, apologetic look at Otto. At seven o'clock that evening Otto, just closing his shop, saw Mr. Feuerstein and Hilda pass on their way toward Tompkins Square. A few minutes later Sophie came along.
Love, the leveler, had conquered me. "Do you work?" Brauner broke in. "What are your prospects? What have you got? What's your character? Have you any respectable friends who can vouch for you? You've wandered into the wrong part of town. Down here we don't give our daughters to strangers or do-nothings or rascals. We believe in love yes. But we also have a little common sense and self-respect."
The spirit of progress, so pervasive in Edison's character, led him, however, to renew his investigations further afield by sending out two other men to examine the bamboo and similar growths of those parts of South America not covered by Mr. Brauner.
Brauner hurried to the kitchen to make ready for four-o'clock coffee and cake. Hilda arranged the table for pinochle, and when her father and Otto were seated, motioned her lover to a seat beside her on the sofa. "Heart's bride," he said in a low tone, "I am prostrated by what I have borne for your sake."
Everything's gone and I've taken a place with Geishener. I came to say that that I can't marry your daughter." Brauner did not know what answer to make. He liked Otto and had confidence in him. But the masses of the people build their little fortunes as coral insects build their islands. And Hilda was getting along why, she would be twenty in four months. "I don't know. I don't know."
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