spectacle was adroitly arranged to move the hungry to yearning, the filled to regret, and the dyspeptic to rage and remorse. And behind the show-window lay a shop whose shelves, counters and floor were clean as toil could make and keep them, and whose air was saturated with the most delicious odors. 

 Mrs. Brauner nodded.  "Heilig was up at half-past four this morning," she said.  "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. She knew that if any one else had dared thus to attack their boy, his father would have been growling and snapping like an angry bear. 

 "That's right!" he retorted with mock scorn.  "Defend your children! You'll be excusing Hilda for putting off Heilig next." 

 "She'll marry him—give her time," said Mrs. Brauner.  "She's romantic, but she's sensible, too—why, she was born to make a good wife to a hard-working man. Where's there another woman that knows the business as she does? You admit on her birthdays that she's the only real helper you ever had." 

 "Except you," said her husband. 

 "Never mind me."  Mrs. Brauner pretended to disdain the compliment. 

 Brauner understood, however.  "We have had the best, you and I," said he. 

 "Arbeit und Liebe und Heim. Nicht wahr?" Otto Heilig appeared in his doorway and greeted them awkwardly. Nor did their cordiality lessen his embarrassment. His pink and white skin was rosy red and his frank blue-gray eyes shifted uneasily. But he was smiling with eager friendliness, showing even, sound, white teeth. 

 "You are coming to see us to-morrow?" asked Mrs. Brauner—he always called on Sunday afternoons and stayed until five, when he had to open shop for the Sunday supper rush. 

 "Why—that is—not exactly—no," he stammered. Hilda had told him not to come, but he knew that if he admitted it to her parents they would be severe with her. He didn't like anybody to be severe with Hilda, and he felt that their way of helping his courtship was not suited to the 

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