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He was capable of reciting whole chapters of it at table, as the French provincials used to troll the songs of the Maid. He used also to publish in the Bayreuther Blaetter articles on Wagner and the Aryan Spirit.
Round its small tables were gathered miscellaneous groups, here and there a woman, but mostly men uniformed officers, who made of the neighborhood coffee-house a sort of club, where under their breath they criticized the Government and retailed small regimental gossip; professors from the university, still wearing under the beards of middle life the fine horizontal scars of student days; elderly doctors from the general hospital across the street; even a Hofrath or two, drinking beer and reading the "Fliegende Blaetter" and "Simplicissimus"; and in an alcove round a billiard table a group of noisy Korps students.
And while poor Tilly wondered and worried, there was Peggy, the unconscious centre of all the wonder and worry, lifting up a radiant face of enjoyment as she floated along to the music of the "Morgen Blaetter." Tom Raymond, catching sight of this radiant face, said to himself, "I wonder if she's engaged for the next dance. I'll ask her the minute this is over."
And then and there Peggy answered, "I won't, I won't, you dear Tilly; I won't say another thing about it, and we won't think about it " And then and there "Tum, tum, ti tum" burst forth the band in Strauss's "Morgen Blaetter" waltzes. "Oh, how I love the 'Morgen Blaetter!" cried Peggy. "Come, let us get into the dancing-hall as soon as possible. Where's auntie?
"Just alike," echoed Tilly; whereat they both laughed, and a little silence between them followed, and then "There's Agnes dancing with Tom Raymond," suddenly exclaimed Tilly. "I wonder " "Don't wonder or worry about Agnes now, when we are tuned to the 'Morgen Blaetter' music," said Peggy.
It's startling." Fanny laughed and took his hand, and held his hand up to her breast, and crushed it there. "And you look like an illustration out of the Fliegende Blaetter. It isn't only your clothes. Your face is German. As for Mizzi here " she gathered the child in her arms again "you've never explained that name to me. Why, by the way, Mizzi? Of all the names in the world."
She raised him in her arms an' held him close. A great music-box in a corner began to play: "'O tannenbaum! O tannenbaum! wie grun sind deine blaetter! "Then with laughter an' merry jests we emptied the pack, an' gathered from the tree whose fruit has fed the starving human heart for more than a thousand years, an' how it filled those friends o' mine!
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