Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-30
IN THE ORGAN.LOFT.

The light Of a September sunset lay
tull on the clm-trce boughs, and check
cred the pavement below with soft ROSY
glooms, when cab from station
stopped in front of the Quaint brick
building which did duty as ''seminarv''
TO the Bracey theological students, and a
young girl got out of it. Even song was
in progress. From the ornate little Goth
&c chapel which stood at right angles
with the long wings where the students
housed, sounded u Gregorian chant, rem
dcred by chorus of fresh manly voices
4 little strip Of closely shaver lawn divi-
ded the chapel from the street. Its smooth
green was broken now by long bars of
pink light, and here and there redeemed
leaf on the IVY above glowcd like car
Dunclc in the sunset fire. It was a pretty
and peaceful scene, not at all resembling
her prcconceivcO idea of what America
was going to be, thought Aimee Trench
ard, as, after dismissine her cabman, she
paused moment before ringing the bell.
\ BIRDS shadow fitted across the illu-
minated grass; the chant softened and
died; a sleepy twitter was audible in the
trcc.tops. From the far distance came
thc soft Ginning OF bell. It was, in
reality, the bell Of the Methodist church
ringing Tor praycr-meetlng "a fact
which would have rendered the sound
less musical to Aimee's ears had she
known it, for, as befitted the daughter OF
an English dean, albeit colonial one.
he was very rigid and intollerant as to
Church matters. But she d1d not know
It, so the sweet bell note and the deWv
silence won her attention SO long that
black-gowned figures began to pour out
Of the chapel before she remembered
what she bad to 90. Then she rang and
entered, but not so soon as to be unob-
served, and young Chasuble poked his
chum IN the ribs and whispered, "Hey !!
What's that? A visitor to the doctor?
1t must be that girl from Nova Scotia,
the deans daughter, you know. Ill tell
you what, she's pretty
Faith rather than vision prompted this
statement, but Frank Chasuble was iusti-
he'd in making it, nevertheless. Aimee
was pretty, very pretty. With the slen-
der swaying figure which, with her name,
she had inherited from her Canadian
mother, she combined that beauty 50 es-
pecially the dover Of English girls, a
complexion of unequalled fairness true
roses and cream-and lips as fresh and
red as dewy clove-pink. Her hair had
golden gifts in it, and waved naturally
back from very white forehead, beneath
whose pencilled brows looked out pair
Of clear eyes, as blue and fearless as
chlld's in whose regard innocence and
Ignorance were charmlngly cont ined. For
Aimee had been brought up in solitude
by q shy bookworm OF father and a
rectangular old aunt, and this was abso-
lutely her first peep into the wider world
which lay beyond her guarded school
room bounds. DR.. Bracey, an old college
friend of Canon Trenchard's, had taken
Nova Scotia, the year before, as the OBJ
jective point of his summer VACATION, and
had then and there fallen in love in a
tatherly way with his friends daughter.
Poor dear little thing,' he called her in
his thoughts, for she seemed to him
cooped up and lonely, quite unlike the
girls he was IN the habit of seeing at home
and he piled her father with entreaties
and arguments, until at length he won re-
iuctant consent tor a visit to ''the States'
during the ensuing year. This visit, for
one season and another, had been post
poncd till now, so here was Aimee Just
arrived, with three months of delightful
novelty and adventure before, and bring
ing heart as unhackneyed as a
baby's to meet them, whatever they might
Prove to hold.
AS may we'll be imagined, her advent
created a tumult among the :'Bracey
boys Absorbed as these young gentle
men were supposed to be in devotional
exercises and theological lore, intervals
mere or less existed during which it was
both popular and natural to notice the
propinquity of pretty girl, and when
both prettlness and propinquity were SC
unusual, these intervals became more
rather than less. Aimee had hardly been
there week, had attended mathis and
even-sOng not more than a dozen times
under the wing of demure Mrs Bracey
before halt the seminary were her avoweC
slaves, and the other half showed sym.
ptoms of yielding. Even Ambrose We'd
derbake, the crack ritualist in the insti
tuition, who meditated Joining the Broth.
erhood Of St. Paul, and, as his classmates
whispered, had 'all but taken the VOW
Of ceIibacy already-even he was seen tt
pick up Miss Trenchard's prayer-bool
one morning after service, and wher
thanked with pretty smile, to blush anc
culver in an unaccountable manner. AnC
the correct Theodore Benson, Just ready
tor deacon's orders, and engaged to b.
married to plain but excellent girl il
his native village, caught himself reflect
ing that beauty as we'll as goodness is
desirable thing in a wife, and only check
ing this unhallowed train Of meditation
by strong effort of will. One and all il
greater or less degree were charmed will
the fresh beauty Of the young English
girl, and expressed it in their ditferen
ways by action or by silence, which i
sometimes as eloquent thing as action
Aimee enjoyed her honors modesto,
and meekly. A little consciousness
crept gradually into the frank ewes. ;
shade OF innocent coYuetry, perhaps int
the manner-that was all; and no harm
either, pronounced DR.. Bracey. as he
watched this gradual unfolding of the
"ollanly instinct. lie loved the girl
and it pleased him to see her having g,
Sood time after the fashion of her ag
and sex. 1T will do her all sorts Q
good" meditated this worldly wise ole
theolosue, with chuckle, and he rubbed
his hands approvingly.
Simple DR.. Bracey The momentar7
amusement of his protege was all h
had in his mind. 1t did not occur t,
him that happiness, most happiness, ha
to be paid tor in one shape or another