Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-30
and that the settling-day, when 1t comes,

and that the settling-day, when 1t comes,
is rarely pleasant one. Among the
crowd Of admirers is always one who
stands pre-eminent in a girls fancy. In
Aimee's this one was Frank Chasuble.
He was the handsomest young fellow in
the seminary, for one thing. His views
were ''high,:' but that was no objection
to the chu1ch~loving girl; and as the on
| ly son OF rich man, he had it in his
power to express and adorn those views
with all the ornamental touches with
! which modern art essays to decorate an
austere faith. Nobody wore such "Cath-
olic' waistcoats as he; his bands were
miracles OF tineness; the little cross at his
button-hole was an antique gem. The Sc
cret grief of his life was the wearing of
| the inevitable students black gown; its
| consolation, the contemplation Of a
| drawer full of advanced garments, en-
broidered stoles, and the like, with which
! he prop osed to bedeck himself the mo,
ment that ordination should set him free
! to do as he liked. Meanwhile he COM
pensated himself for enforced delay by the
observance of every detail of posture and
doctrine which was possible under the cir
cumstances. It was beautiful, Aimee
thought, to see his behavior in church,
and to hear him discourse of fasts and
feasts, fonticles, antipendiums, the pre-
else shade of reverence which should be
| expressed in a salutatiOn, the exact tint
OF altar cloth for different holy-days; and
withal he was SO bright, so amusing, so
worldly in certain delightful way, and
had the power of expressing so much IN
a look, a GESTURE. He was altogether a
faclnating combination-enough to kin
die the fancy of any girl; and Amiee was
in the fair road for heart-ache when
something happened, of which shall
now proceed to tell you.
Among the little maids accomplish
ments was a fair skill in water color
drawing, and it occurred to her some
weeks alter her arrival to turn this
to account for the benefit of Dr..
B1acey, ''the dear old doctor, who had
been SO very, very kind to her, She
had once heard him express a wish for a
view Of the interior OF his beloved little
chapel, and with some shyness she offered
to make one. The doctor was charmed
once to decide On the point of view. The
students were absent for the brief Thanks
giving vacation, so there was no one to
disturb the pair in their examination
and discussion of the building. a view
OF the east end, with the apse and the tall
lancet windows over the altar, including
a glimpse Of the carved stalls on the
right, was finally chosen; and as the best
place for the artist proved to be the Or
gan-loft, small square space, raised
about five feet above the aisle, DR.. Bracev
installed Aimee there, showing her how
conveniently she could seat herself, and
how she could regulate the light at will
by closing or opening the curtains with
which the loft was inclosed.
And here is shelf for your things"
he added, exhibiting a ledge at the back
of the organ. "You might leave them
there if you like, and save the trouble of
carrying them to and fro. Nobody will
meddie with them. The o1gan1st sits
round here, you see, and the bellows boy
is blind, poor fellow" With this he de-
parted leaving Aimee to her task.
She worked on through that quiet af-
ternoon and the next, and so successfully
that her work became absorbing and full
of interest. On Monday the students re-
turned. Frank Chasuble walked home
with them after even-song, was asked to
tea by Mrs. Bracey, and spent long
evening with Aimee over the piano. New
cr had he been so charming, so devoted.
Her thoughts were fuller OF him than of
her drawing as, early on Tuesday after
notn, she betook herself to her perch IN
the organ-loft, secure, as she supposed, of
three hours solitude before the tinkle Of
service bell at six should warn her to flee.
She had just got we'll to work when the
opening door and the sound of footsteps
and voices startled her attention. Peep
ing from between the closely drawn cur
tains, she beheld, to her surprise, the
greater part Of the Senior Glass entering
the chapel. There were Arthur Burns,
Vedderbakc. Bensen, Frank, of course,
that quiet Mr.. Challoner, who always
looked at her SO much and SAID so little,
Gregory, Tom Esher, and a dozen others,
all Of whom she knew by name at least,
and most of them personally. What could
they be doing there at this hour? She had
never happened to hear Of what the STU
dents called practising Tuesday," on
which monthly occasion the Senior Glass
met to rehearsc, and criticise each others
sermons. But the mystery soon explained
itself, for presently Arthur Burns mount
eel into the pulpit and began to read from
a manuscript, while his classmates,
grouped IN various unconventional atti-
nd Oft Tbo
| lasted about fifteen minutes. When he
finished, the others proceeded to COM
ment.
81 say, that was rather weak point of
yours about the Universal Church. The
Presbyterians will be tripping you up if
you're not CAREFUL declared Tom Esher.
"And the ending was decidly POOR
put in Frank Chasuble. "You just stop
ped, that was all There was no finish.'
swell, what better can fellow do than
stop when he's through" asked the
speaker.
HE can peorate. He can round and
embellish,' retorted, Frank. 'Any one
can stop. It takes cultivated man to
stop eloquently.
"Well have your kind of stop now
said his friend. "Forward, march, Cha
suble: it's your turn.''
So Frank swept up the aisle and as
sumed the desk. His sermon was fine
thought Aimee-very fine indeed. She
peeped from between the curtains, hel
eyes shining with amusement at the
thought of how little they suspected
who was listening. Then naughty
thought popped into her head and she