The herald and mail. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1873-188?, 1874-09-25
By HORSLEY BROS. & FIGUERS.

of each week he spent the evening at
the church in practice and alone. On
Saturdays the choir met, and he was
j too busy attending to their wants to do
justice TO his own.
One lamp burned brightly over his
head, and cast bright glare on his book
and the desk. The tips of the stops
;. glittered, and the pipes overhead each
had long, bar of yellow light. The
outline of the vast instrument was al
a most lost in the shadow. The church
seemed to spread around, below, and
above him in silence and dusky shade.
The arches overhead were barely visi-
bic, and far away the gilded leaves of
the Bible on the desk caught the light
III spot of yellow radiance. The win
dows looked black and dead, and every
where save by his seat it was gloomy,
vague, and unreal.
Absorbed in his music, he went on
by the hour, little needing anything,
save the work in hand. The dim, silent
church behind him was quite unnoticed.
and he turned leaf after leaf, forgetfui
of both time and place. There was a
soft step en- the carpeted stairs, and
light figure in charming apparel and
lovely looks came IN and stood near by
in silence. Presently he stopped, and
wiping his forehead, said aloud:
cit is glorious"
She felt pang of conscious jealousy
in her heart, and silently advancing in
to the organ-loft, she stood near him.
He discovered her at the moment, and,
without rising, extended his hand and
welcomed her with a smile.
/ SO / bQnnnnn1 tn T1ocs and T triad ha
| door. found it unlocked"
"And you came in. How kind of
you, dear"
"Yes, came in because-I want to
see you-and to talk to you"
| He made room for her on the broad,
smooth bench, and, grasping one of the
stops for support, she mounted the |
high seat and sat down. What per-
feet picture she made, under the top
light, and with the dark, carved organ |
for a background. She turned partly |
round and supported herself against |
the stops. Her splendid hair half OBJ
scured the music book, and one hand |
toyed with the white keys. He drew
soft stop on the other side, and suddenly |
the keys discoursed broken, discordant |
music beneath her jeweled fingers.
He pushed the stop in hastily and the
keys we're silent.
"Don't; want to play"
ooh! you do care for music,-just
little"
He drew another stop and her fin
gers brought out rough bolts of noisy
thunder.
Glow provoking in you. That isn't
pretty. Give me something else"
He drew another stop, and the sounds
l.,
"Pretty but trifing-like most mu-
Sic"
"Not all ?"
"Nearly all"
Then she paused for a moment, and
Strengthening up, sat close beside him,
and gently drew her arm about his
shoulder. Then she said abruptly:
"My love do me a favor"
"With all my heart
"Will you, really and truly?"
"Name it.
"Give up the organ.
"What do you mean ?"
"Give up the place. Don't play any
more"
"Why not ?"
because I want you to. Because
because it is better to go into bust
ness-just as other men do-and make
a fortune-perhaps.
" My love is ambitious.
Yes, very
"You are very frank, he said with
tinge of bitterness in his voice.
"Why shouldn't be? It's not for
myself that care. am ambitious for
you"
The lamp above them shone full on .
her fair face. Her airy, floating hair ,
OIL cvuo10t hIG 0hnpl- and oh fTnrpl |
him to support her with his arm. She
was indeed winsome and very lovely. ,
The organ-pipes were cold and glisten-
ing like frost. The church seemed !
dark and chill. She alone so near him,
seemed to express hope, JOY, love-
everything.
1t was sore trial. So young and SO
fair. She must be true. Perhaps she
was wise. He would hear her. :
"You see, my love, being an organ !
ist leads to nothing. If you gave it up
you could give your whole time to bust
ness, and perhaps get on-and-well-I I
think it would be so much better every {
way"
eyes. tt would be a gain in time,
but you forget that have not been very
successful in business. I have not the )
business faculty. My education natur-
ally leads me to something different.
''I know it, but you cannot make any !
money" !
81 am not so sure. Ny pupils in Z
crease every day, and the pay is excel
lent" !
"Oh, yes; but who wants to be a +
music teacher ?"
81 do"
81 know it, and I wish you didn't" !;
"My love we are coming to disa-
I
You are,-you won't do anything to
crafty me-" 7
Anything in reason, my dear" ;
ooh! if am unreasonable I've moth :
ing more to say" :
She slid off the seat and stood erect E
on the floor behind him. He turned :
round and faced her with Open-eyed
surprise. q
my dear, you know love you"
81 am not sure. You will not give '
me what ask"
81 cannot" -
Then you do not love me"
"I love you too we'll to crafty your o
wish. 1t would be a serious mistake.
cannot change the whole manner of y
my life" a
"Not even to please me?" Y
"You are not generous" !
Without a word she turned away as if
to go down stairs into the church.
he lit candle that stood near,
turned off the gas, and prepared to u
close the organ. The dark church Z,
seemed darker still. Gigantic shadows Il
spread over the walls. His hards shook,
and in spite of himself his eyes grew ~
misty and dim. !,
She was perfectly familiar with the s
place, ami boldly went down the dark
stairs alone, with anger in her heat and n
bitter tears IN her eyes. She was thank
full that the darkness would hide them.
He followed her down the stairs, and, a
not finding her in the church, went into n
the vestibule. She was not there. She
must have gone out. Blowing out his
candle, he opened the street door and
looked out She was not in sight. Call Ii
ing her by name in the vestibule and Fl
church, and receiving no answer, he o
l. Il ! A