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face became redder as he glared； first at Feuerstein； then at Lena。 ‘‘What
lunatic is this you've got here； daughter？'' he demanded。
‘‘My father！'' repeated Feuerstein； drawing Lena to him。
Ganser's mouth opened and shut slowly several times and his
whiskers bristled。 ‘‘Is this fellow telling the truth？'' he asked Lena in a
tone that made her shiver and shrink away from her husband。
She began to cry。 ‘‘He made me do it； pa；'' she whined。 ‘‘II''
‘‘Go to your mother；'' shouted Ganser； pointing his pudgy finger
tremulously toward the door。 ‘‘Move！''
Lena； drying her eyes with her sleeve； fled。 Feuerstein became a
sickly white。 When she had disappeared； Ganser looked at him with
cruel little eyes that sparkled。 Feuerstein quailed。 It was full half a
minute before Ganser spoke。 Then he went up to Feuerstein； stood on
tiptoe and； waving his arms frantically above his head； yelled into his face
‘‘Rindsvieh！'' as contemptuous an insult as one German can fling at
another。
‘‘She is my lawful wife；'' said Feuerstein with an attempt at his pose。
‘‘Get the house ausquick！aus！ gleich！Lump！I call the police！''
‘‘I demand my wife！'' exclaimed Feuerstein。
Ganser ran to the front door and opened it。 ‘‘Out！'' he shrieked。 ‘‘If
you don't； I have you taken in when the police come the block down。
This is my house！ Rindsvieh！''
Feuerstein caught up his soft hat from the hall table and hurried out。
As he passed； Ganser tried to kick him but failed ludicrously because his
short； thick leg would not reach。 At the bottom of the steps Feuerstein
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turned and waved his fists wildly。 Ganser waved his fists at Feuerstein
and； shaking his head so violently that his hanging cheeks flapped back
and forth； bellowed：
‘‘Rindsvieh！ Dreck！''
Then he rushed in and slammed the door。
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CHAPTER V
A SENSITIVE SOUL SEEKS SALVE
As Mr。 Feuerstein left Hilda on the previous Sunday night he promised
to meet her in Tompkins Square the next eveningat the band concert。
She walked up and down with Sophie； her spirits gradually sinking after
half…past eight and a feeling of impending misfortune settling in close。
She was not conscious of the music； though the second part of the program
contained the selections from Wagner which she loved best。 She
feverishly searched the crowd and the half…darkness beyond。 She
imagined that every approaching tall man was her lover。 With the
frankness to which she had been bred she made no concealment of her
heart…sick anxiety。
‘‘He may have to be at the theater；'' said Sophie； herself extremely
uneasy。 Partly through shrewdness； partly through her natural suspicion of
strangers； she felt that Mr。 Feuerstein； upon whom she was building； was
not a rock。
‘‘No；'' replied Hilda。 ‘‘He told me he wouldn't be at the theater； but
would surely come here。'' The fact that her lover had said so settled it to
her mind。
They did not leave the Square until ten o'clock； when it was almost
deserted and most of its throngs of an hour before were in bed sleeping
soundly in the content that comes from a life of labor。 And when she did
get to bed she lay awake for nearly an hour； tired though she was。
Without doubt some misfortune had befallen him‘‘He's been hurt or is
ill；'' she decided。 The next morning she stood in the door of the shop
watching for the postman on his first round； as he turned the corner of
Second Street； she could not restrain herself； but ran to meet him。
‘‘Any letter for me？'' she inquired in a voice that compelled him to feel
personal guilt in having to say ‘‘No。''
It was a day of mistakes in weights and in making up packages； a day
of vain searching for some comforting explanation of Mr。 Feuerstein's
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failure and silence。 After supper Sophie came and they went to the
Square； keeping to the center of it where the lights were brightest and the
people fewest。
‘‘I'm sure something's happened；'' said Sophie。 ‘‘Maybe Otto has
told him a story or has''
‘‘Nonot Otto。'' Hilda dismissed the suggestion as impossible。 She
had known Otto too long and too well to entertain for an instant the idea
that he could be underhanded。 ‘‘There's only one reason he's sick； very
sicktoo sick to send word。''
‘‘Let's go and see；'' said Sophie； as if she had not planned it hours
before。
Hilda hesitated。 ‘‘It might look as if I'' She did not finish。
‘‘But you needn't show yourself；'' replied Sophie。 ‘‘You can wait
down the street and I'll go up to the door and won't give my name。''
Hilda clasped her arm more tightly about Sophie's waist and they set
out。 They walked more and more swiftly until toward the last they were
almost running。 At the corner of Fifteenth Street and First Avenue Hilda
stopped。 ‘‘I'll go through to Stuyvesant Square；'' she said； ‘‘and wait
there on a bench near the Sixteenth Street entrance。 You'll be quick；
won't you？''
Sophie went to Mr。 Feuerstein's number and rang。 After a long wait a
slovenly girl in a stained red wrapper； her hair in curl…papers and one
stocking down about her high…heeled slipper； opened the door and said：
‘‘What do you want？ I sent the maid for a pitcher of beer。''
‘‘I want to ask about Mr。 Feuerstein；'' replied Sophie。
The girl's pert； prematurely…wrinkled face took on a quizzical smile。
‘‘Oh！'' she said。 ‘‘You can go up to his room。 Third floor； back。
Knock hardhe's a heavy sleeper。''
Sophie climbed the stairs and knocked loudly。 ‘‘Come！'' was the
answer in Germ