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Updated: May 6, 2025
Two young men, walking rapidly along the low hedge that shuts in the Zum Biersack from the highway, lifted heated faces and glanced toward the enclosure, where a youth seated at one of the tables had half risen from his place, and was gesticulating with the open book in his hand to vacant seats beside him. "It is Tieze," said Schubert, with a smile. "Come in." His companion nodded.
His hand holding the open book trembled, and the big eyes glowed with fire. Tieze fumbled in his pockets and shook his head. Schubert glared at the careless group. "A pencil, I tell you!" he said fiercely. There was a moment's lull. Nobody laughed. Some one thrust a stub of pencil across the table.
Now and then he lifted his head and listened. His eyes looked across the noisy garden into space. His companions ignored him. They laughed and chatted and sang. Other young men joined the group, and the talk grew loud. It was the Sunday festival of Warseck. Schubert smiled absently across the babel. "A pencil quick!" he said in a low tone to Tieze.
The paper had been thrust loosely into his coat pocket. His face worked fiercely. Tieze drew back, half laughing, half alarmed. "Franz! Franz!" he said. The other brushed his hand across his forehead and drew a deep breath. "Ja," he said slowly, "I might have killed you." Tieze nodded. A look of curiosity held his face. "It is schön!" he said softly. "Schön!" Schubert turned abruptly.
The next instant a swift waiter had served them, and three round, smiling faces surveyed one another above the foaming mugs. "Ach!" said Tieze, looking more critically at the shorter man, "but you have grown thin, my friend. You are not so great." Schubert smiled complacently. He glanced down at his rotund figure. "Nein, I am little," he assented affably.
His companions broke into a roar of laughter. "Drink her down, Franz! drink her down!" said Tieze, lifting the heavy stein. Schubert wiped the foam from his lips. "Ja, that is good!" He drew a deep sigh. He reached out his hand for the open volume that lay by his companion's hand. It was given over in silence, and he dipped into it as he sipped the beer, smiling and scowling and humming softly.
His spectacles flew to his forehead, and his round face smiled genially at the laughing group. "Done?" asked the fat young man with a smile. He reached out his hand for the scrawled page. Schubert drew it jealously back. "Nein," he said quickly. Tieze, who had come around the table, stood behind them, scanning the barred lines and the scattered shower of notes.
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