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 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.



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 evening--at 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