Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1884-02-07

1t when | sort of get the hang OF it.
You hear me " and rs the organi,t
went out still bearing his sickly smile,
the bass singer with cold mopped his
brow and took of another coat, which
he hung comfortably over the nearest
register elbow (Which happened to be
that of the sub. baSs), anu IN such a
way as TO cramp It when it should be
moved for closing.
Things went along better after this
The bass with cold Just jumped up
aud down in the air and gave them
wind in plenty. He could be heard in
there By the choir every now and then,
bouncing up and down vchemcutly and
mO!Stoning his hands and graphing
with his duty, and then he could be
heard putting and blowing and sighins
atterward during sermon limo.
Then came the ollcratory, and he
rose like giant to tackle his part Of il.
All organs are not built alike Some
are trig and trim, whilo others are ar
ranged on the plan Of a liz lumber
yard. This was one of that kind. The
bass singer with cold was NOT posted
about this. They were all the same to
him llo was there to jump up and
down in company with that hickory
handle, and that was rs far rs his
knowledge went. IL, stood upon sort
Of bridge made Of a board supported
only by four loose block at the corners
(a careless, crazy conlrifancc). Under
this board ran the trackrrs, or, to be
less technical and moro explicit, the
thin strips of wood that run along the
floor aud connect the pedals with the
great pipes which, in this organ, were
placed around the sides Of the loft.
Here there were $50 pounds OF excited
man ut work, board and four loose
blocks also at work, and getting very
much out of place rs the excitement
progressed
The blSs singer was also bending
and Strengthening with the work. He
could hear the "c'i1k-cack' of the nc.
ton, and the "tOotle.topt" and "boom-
baum Of the pipes. lie wondered if
the organist would ever stop.
Al last thc music seemed diving to q
gentle .iai,h. lie would give il ono or
two more good onus now, to round up
with, and hc jumps up and down with
u will. lie d".cands hard, and notices
that the board i, unstcaly-a block or
50 out Of place, but what of That? Il
tiltS n triila morr there is IN increase
in the volume Of sound, and cOnsu-
Qucnt call for more wind-and more
yct--and he begins to work again with
q dull pain in his back, and Il dali de-
spair in his heart thut comes up into
his throat in great Jumps.
"Will that organist ever let up ?
VIII he ever stop ?'
The tones came now in great, sullcn.
discoriant grOanS, emptyiug the wind
chest with Il gasp, which he fills again
with n mild tug at tine handle, snort,
q leap into the air and quick descent.
io hears registers come to with u
snap; he sOHS his coat, which he had
hung over that queer wooden arm,
move little; but that is nothing to
him. He knows nothing Of signals nor
Of methods. His business is 70 blow.
He il is who is gathering wind for NIL
this magnificent OutburSt of sound, and
he keeps at it with his back archcd like
a dromodarys and his muscles set like
stool.
lie is describing wild circles in tho
air now with his heels, and talking
mildly to himself when he feels /.
heavy hand laid upon his shoulder He
stops in pllofuI jerk, aud the sound
goes out in a suIen moan. The orgqu-
ist is there. His hair stands on, all
over his head, and he looks like a crazy
man.
"WolI,-haye-you--had-ono onough?"
gasps the bass.
Enough" whispers tho other,
ho4rsc!y, Great Heavens, you've
blown about half tho congregation
into tho street.
"What, |! IIow-s0?"
"Looi thore," and with this the
organiSt points dramatically to the
register elbow crampca by the coat,
and to tho bridge, whlch, moved from
its supports, had been coming down
upon the trackers n every jump, and
had simultaneously sounded ut lpastsiX
tones in the sub-GaSS.
"You- don'l-mean- to-sny-tha
-I-?' gasptd the astonishcd bass,
II do, replied the Organist, rs he
quickly rcarrangod the bridge.
Anything-damaged?"
"Nolhing but my reputation, guess
and now, brace up! He's on the
fou,th verse Of the hymn, and there's
that and post.ludoyeJ yeJ'-saying which
the organist dartcG out and sid upon
his bench, and was soon taking all the
wind that tho weary man could give
him.
When the service was ended, and the
choir looked in to iecr and ask foolish
questions, the fagged-out man was
seen hanging limp and exhausted over
the bellows handle, too weak to more
than family Sigh and feebly wave one
of his blisterei hands in the direction
of his tormenturs. And they left him
there, grinniDg good naturehly Mt their
mockery, and looking like 4 damp rag
hung over u nail to drr.---L. f. De
LcSdGmicr, IN Amcricm CdhUator,