The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-04-20

pealing that the tenor and soprano enter the
loft together both a little anxiously, as
if the knowledge of their hardness is 4 con-
seriousness that smites them. q
Page 81, Miss Roosevelt-take my book,
Mr.. Arleigh," says Mrs. Sindon.
Oh! to play the sweet chords to fetch the
| divine music from the magnificent instru-
ment before her when her whole soul was
one great, jangling discord-her heart full
of inharmony
| Miss Rooseyelts clear, full voice scars
aloft and fills the edifice full of rich melody
and then the mellow tenor-his VOice-weds
| hers and
| There is a rustling of silken garments
Miss Roosevelt sinks down, with pretty
flush upon her fair face, into a chair very
near to the stool occupied by Miss Waters.
She gives the organist careless nod and
turns a smiling face upon Arleigh, who has
found place beside her. Virginia has not
seen the quick keen look the one man OF
all the world has bent towards the place
where she sits-has seen nothing but his
entrance with Miss Roosevelt-Miss Roose-
velt the brilliant young society belle, who
comes to sing each Sabbath day because she
loves to hear the sound of her own beGuti-
|
into closer sympathy with the handsome
tenor, Jack Arleigh.
The preacher passes YEARLY throughBthe
long ''eighthlysI and 'ninthlys, " <sndatyes
hour passes Then is Mr.. Fonda gerEly
pushed awake by Mrs Sindon, who finds
the place in the hymn-book for herself and
friends. Virginia sends trembling chords
of music from the gilded reeds above her,
and, after little while the congregation
move slowly out of the church
Miss Waters"
She turns and confronts Jack Arleigh
"Oh, Mr.. Arleigh," chimes in Miss Rose
welt, you must really tell me the rest of
that amusing story comet" There is a
pretty insstance in her studiously careless
manner and all there is left to be done by
tenor and organist Is to bow and part.
Days creep by-weeks pass. Virginia's
gayety has deserted her. Although she has
saved her brother the first and only dis
grace of his life. she can draw but scant
comfort from the sacrifice she has made.
After all it was such shamefully useless
expenditure of the appropriated money-all
gone for debt of honor"-honor!- what
mockery was this?
Sam notices the dropping of his sisters
spirits and his heart is wrung within him
and when his sorrow grows greater and moi
less as the hours pass, and he comes upon
her bathed in tears, he demands fraternally
the meaning of all this misery. Surely HI
is safe; what other misfortune could SO af
feet her? ..3. .
Virginia, what is it? Here's the fourth
time I've caught you weeping, Can't-cant
you get over the remembrance Of my mean
ness?"
"Oh, Sam! it's not that; it's only purt
selfishness in me but-but--"
What? Is there any thing can do, Viz
ginia? Tell me-"
NO, Sam-no!" with gush of tears tina
comes near annihilating the loving, coz
trite boy. ut isn't you at-at ALL"
1T isn't me" says the boy, sadly and un
grammatically; well, I'm thankful TO
that"
''It's-it's its .ooE; at me, SAM Look q
these old clothes--these horrid old clothes
See these almost ragged elbows these
darned gloves-this ugly, ugly, UGLY old bon
net! OH" and the young woman, who. eau
be brave and daring and selfish when gfsa
needs require it, thinks now upon he
threadbare estate and sobs aloud.
by Jove, you are rather seedy- looking,
falters the boy, looking ruefully at tn
weeping girls habiliments II never no
ticed it before, really. Don't cry, Virgins
does it really hurt you so!" '
Hurt me? 1t kills me-oh!"
Poor sister!' .e .t.... .... .
And meant to have a new gown AMI
bonnet this Easter; but-but-"
rs that what you saved that money for?'
Don't think regret it, Sam; but I'm S,
shabby-yes, it was!" ... --
There is nothing he can think of to say t.
Virginia to comfort her; but as he walk
beside her through the bright sunshine o
this glad Easter morning he VOWS a WOW
unto himself; and all through the beautiful
services that follow he feels his heart grow
glad with great gladness And the an
thems sound like the voicing of rejoicin:
angels over this soul that, conquering, hold
u strong and holy mastery over self
Up in the organ loft there is woe enough
Virginias slender fingers press the ivory
keys while her small ears listen eagerly TO!
the rich tones that. directly, soar beyond
the deep baying bass" only to be. fol
lowed by the contralto and soprano as the,
take their musical flight And, besides tht
music, the loft is filed with rustic of fresl
millinery, and sweet perfumes make odor
OILS the air OF that curtained sanctuary
U E,r.H TH.'