The Street of Seven Stars

sum speisen." The chairs round the dining-table were only half occupied-a free concert had taken some, Sunday excursions

sent off reports of what he had learned during the week-his gleanings from near-by tables in coffee-houses or

Frau Schwarz was talking volubly-as if, by mere sound, to distract attention from the scantiness of the meal. Under cover of t

tte

irely. S

ets. No one needs to suffer from headache, wh

d of headac

hysician prescri

After all, what had she to do with the man himself?

ime I shall

such a meal as he might, talking little, and nursing,

ustom of the pension, which accorded the "Nicht Rauchen" sign the same attention th

ot able to walk. It p

invitation to walk, had nerved herself t

do not pre

out and don't mind my going along as a sort

swift glance of admiration, which he caught and acknowledged

," said Harmony, who had missed the by-play. "And Ol

dered on, talking of immaterial things-of the rough pavements, of the shop windows, of the gray medieval buildings. They came to a full stop in front of the Votivkirche, and discussed gravely

. I don't believe you know anything about them. I don't.

know what

with two premises: I'm a man, and you're young and attractive. T

discuss it," said poor Ha

n to have it spoiled! My dear girl, you are beautiful and I know it. That's all the more reason why, if you'll stand for it, you need some one to look after you-I'll not say li

falling in love with me

iration, not so good as the first-"Besides, there is somebody

rl at

id Peter, ly

ns of church towers and street paving they went, with the directness of the young, to themselves. Thereafter, during that memorable walk, they talked blissful personalities, Harmony's future, P

but depression. The upper spires of the Votivkirche were hidden in a gray mist; the trees in the park took on, against the gloom of the city hall, a snowy luminosity. Save f

e so much to say about me. Now I thought that perhaps by giving En

square after square it was borne in on him what a precarious future stretched before t

ted Peter Byrne in the past, at

hey turned in at the little street, a man, lurching somewhat, almost collided with Harmony. He was a short, heavy-set person with a carefully curled mustache, and he was singing, not loudly, but with al

Portier from the

on a throaty and rather wavering

ickly. "There is no more music, and Rosa has run away

early dawn, no young ladies bringing mud into your newscrubbed

unken Portier, who turned wit

Hand, Fraulein. Four rooms and th

ursuing his unsteady way down the street and singing lu

if I ask on

nor me,

he name of the

ete void as to feminine names. He offered, in

mm

ed name!" But there was a touch

so much musical chaff he winnowed only now and then a grain of real ability. And H

n hour or more, much to the disgust of the lady secretary in the anteroom. O

ow over here we teach violin. I will a letter-letters-give you, and you shal

loves; her hands trembled a littl

o long," she ans

red, and now before it is finished

r is dead. And unless I find somet

to rouse his ire against a world that had money for everythin

concert for you." It was a lure he had thrown out before, a hook without a bait. It needed no bait, b

ony and he believed in her. But fifty Kronen is fifty Kronen, and South American beef is

he demanded, turning shar

way

the l

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master, "that she pay her

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-ink cross before Harmony's name. Ther