Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-02-18
''be carried to the skies
On fiOWery beds of ease;"

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hoped to find. She never thought Of the
herself-she knew she wanted a leader,
and had not found one.
Mrs. Remicke plunged at once into
domestic details, and left Elaine to 60
where she pleased; so late in the morn
ing, clad in single short dress of navy
blue cloth, with plumed sun-hat to
match, she strOlled out and soon found
her way to the church.
Before she reached it she heard the low
roll of the organ and snatch OF sweet
sacred music filled the air, and sank
deep into her soul. 1t was q wave OF
sweetest melody embOdying tender
communion with the Unseen. 1t was
burden rolling from the heart, and
dying away in an inspired sigh; the
tears came into Elaine's eyes.
"And l thought him cold, selfish fond
of pleasure. When he can give such ex-
preston to his soul as that will never
touch the organ when he is near"
She entered the open door, and climbed
nOiselessly into the organ loft. Yes. in
the gloom of the Swallowed light she
could just discern him. The last notes
were reverberating through the hushed
and valued space as she laid her hand
softly on his shoulder.
"YOu have given me real pleasure,
cousin. | can never listen to ordinary
music again. I-beg your pardon"
For it was the face of a strangers that
was toward her; pale, Intellectual face,
as unlike the flOrid cOuntenance OfLeOn-
ard Austin as could possibly be imag-
ined.
"I-I am the organist," he said, hest.
tatingly, "and Mr.. Austin is good en-.
Ough to let me play whenever wish
1t is" he added, with mOurnful smile,
my only recreation"
Elaine was too much woman of the
world to be embarrassed, and she gra
ciOusly put the Organist at his ease by
an animated dissertation upon ancient
music, in which subject she was thorough
ly at home. Then she left him as his
pale cheek was flushed with excitement
and pleasure, and dropped in upon the
Rev. Leonard, who was laying on q
Turkish lounge smoking scented cigar
cite, and composing his Sunday sermon,
"WhO is he?" she asked abruptly.
"WhO?" sitting up in difference to her
visit.
"Why, the organist; he plays divinely
and has the most interesting face l ever
saw"
"Oh, the organist! Why, think he is
music mad; hut he does play we'll.
dOsen't he? He's the schOOlmaster and
general factOtum of the village; has spent
a small private fortune in charity. and
would take off his coat and shoes to-
morrow and give them to tramp If he
thought he needed them. He isn't quite
right-a sort of fanatic, you know"
"HOw strange" said Elaine, cody
"such men are so rare that they ought to
be exhibited at so much head. Mean
while shall want to hear that lovely
music every day."
"YOu shall. 1 will tell him YOU wish
it, and he can take the time from his
alpaca old women and red flannel suffer
ers."
"On second thought 1 believe l don't
care" said Elaine. "YOu needn't men.
ton it to him. Very likely 1 would get
tired of it too often. What books are
these, cousin, any new novelist"
mot here" answered Leonard, with 9
laugh, ..these are Paley's theology and
Dicks philosophy. am looking up some
facts for next Sunday"
Don't hold the hay so high your
sheep won't get any. Do you never tall
to them without books or papers?"
"Why, you know, Elaine, our church
does not believe in an emotional religion
The people themselves would not under.
stand it,"
'Husks! husks," answered Elaine
"HOw tired they must get of them
Leonard, don't like that expression
Our church." 1t is not ours. | remem.
Der when l was at school said one day
| would give the world for piece OF
bread, and the dear old teacher stopped
and said: "The world is not yours to
give, my child"
"Why, how energetic you are, cousin
mine; since when have you renOunced
the pomps and vanities of wicked world
81 have not renOunced them at all
tame and meaningless. Oh, Leonard,
ing you to do a noble work, helping to
forget that 25 years have been frittersd
away, and and now I am disappointed
She wiped away two pearly tears,
tossed her plumed hat on her head, and
went out, leaving him to his Turkish
siesta and his cigarette.
"The little termagant," he said-she
was as tall as he, but men like to call
women little-"T don't believe will pro.
pose; what an uncomfortable wife she
would make, trying to reform something
or somebody all the time"
The little village on the sea-shOre was
pretty and picturesque place, and Ella
inc spent days in wandering about it,
sometimes with her handsome mlniste-
rial relative, Oftener alone; she was con-
slant study and object of admiration to
the primitive people she met, who
studied her as If she had been some
marvellous bright-winged tropical bird,
i'm her cardinal seaside costumes and
dainty aecOutrements. Some times she
mot AIry Fisher the v0nnp teacher