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Tlie boys  worked  very hand,  for there  was  only  a  short  time given
                       them.   Franz  put  his  whole  soul  into  his  composition,  and made  him­
                       self almost  sick  Over  it.   Raoal  went  about  declaring,  in  hi-v  usual
                       contemptuous  maimer,  that  ho  did not intend  to  kill  himseif  over  it,
                       but see red v  lie  worked  with  t/reat  industry.
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                         One  level)'  moonlight night,  as  he  sat  by  his  window  composing, for
                       die  moon  was  so  bright  he  could  see  very  well,  lie  impatiently  flung
                       his pen  down  and  muttered,  “ There  is  no  use;  I  tan never do it ;  this
                       will  never  d o !”  and  began  angrily  to  Lear  up  fine  of Lhe  music  sheets,
                       when  a u dden ly  he  s t opped  a n d  ill i sc d  i 1 i ■;  head  :: n d  listen ed  i it ten il y .
                       Such  a  lovdjr  melody,  so  soft  and  dear,  rkdr.F.’:  and  failing  in  the
                       sweetest  cadences,  now  growing louder  and  louder in a wild, passionate
                       crescendo,  and  then  dying  away !
                         For  a  moment  the boy  remained  silent;  then.  Suddenly springing to
                       his  feet,  he  cried ;
                         <;Tt  is  Franz!   I  know  it,  for  no  one but  ho  could  write anything so
                       beautiful.   1-Jut:  it  shall  he  mine,  for  it  is  the  piece  that will  gain  the
                       prize!   Ah,  Franz,  T  play  before  you,  and  what  1  play  shell  he------
                         He  stopped,  and  the  moonlight  streaming in  ai  the  window  glanced
                       across  the  room,  mid  revealed  a  look  of  half  triumph,  half  shame  on
                       his  dark,  haughty  fa.ee.   Why  had he stooped r1   Perhaps his guardian
                       angel  stood  behind  him,  warning  him  against  what  he  was  about
                       to  do.   For  a.  moment,  a  fierce  struggle  seemed  to  lake  possession
                       of the  boy,  between  his  <.>ood  and  his  evil  spirit.   But,  a-as!  the  evil
                       conquered,  and,  sitting  down,  he wrote  of:  what  lie  had  heard, aided
                       by  his  wonderful  memory  ;  anrl,  aiior  an  lion:',  he  threw  down  the
                       piece,  finished.   Then,  with  an  exulting  smile,  he  cried,  41  The  prhio
                       is  mine I’1  and,  throwing  himself  on  the  bed,  lie  fell  into  a  troubled
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                       sleep.
                         The time  had  come  at  last  for the  great  concert,  and  the  boys  were
                       so  excited  they  could  hardly  keep  still;  even  Franz,  whose  checks
                       glowed  with  a  brilliant  hectic  hush,  and  whose  eyes  were  strangely
                       bright.  The  hall  was  crowded.       The  imperial  family  was  there,
                       together  with  die  whole  court.
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