The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1889-01-11
tree in the schoolroom on Holy In.

] III intSnt-ae HilSnC-Nlr. ynke ne0l.
tated about it, but still he might
offer her his hand and heart, and al.
low her the privilege of singing for
him sweet songs ofa saddening nat.
ure, and busting his study. They
would spend their honeymoon in the
British Museum, with IL view to i'm.
proving her mind; and Mrs. Jynks
would incur his severe displcasure II
she returned again to tho follies oil
her youth.
eleven parcels" he said: "It will
he IL fine Christmas tree. But, my
dear Miss Wimplc, would It not lie
more useful to hang shoes and pima.
flores upon the tree instead"
ooh, don't, "said Daisy, in a plead.
ing little tone Of trouble. "The chill.
dren want something to play with
SO much. We haven't half enough
toys for them all-and they are such
poor toys. But you might send us
the shoes and things, Mr.. Jynks"-
this came with sparkling mischiev'
GUS glancc-"we shall get the toys
and you shall get the shoes; they cost
a little more, you know. A hundred
pairs. all sizes, please"
''That's large order," said Mr.
Jynks; it was the nearest thing tc
n joke he had ever perpetrated in hi
life.
Daisy laughed; and then she and
her parcels ran away, before hecoult
even offer to carry them.
For few moments he looked in al
a stationer's window-at the Christ
mas cards painted with every. shapt
of gladness, from children, flowers
and robin red-breasts, up to Bethle
hem scenes and golden-winged angels
what an extraordinary expendi
turc of time and money oil for moth
ing-cxcept to retard the proper de
livery ofimportant lcttersr'
Cracking this. Mr.. Jynks mounted
the steps to the church. He knelt
for IL few minutes-withh his thoughts
alas, fixed on the absent Tommy
then l,c opened the organ, which wat
in IL side chapel near the chancel with
IL beautiful rose window above it.
He lcant his elbow on the key
board and his head on his hand and
waited in vain.
| When he was beginning to think
of going home, Mt last the footster
passed behind him, and his blower
begun to work thelevcr up and down.
and the great deep breath began to
blow with noise of wood, and q
rushing of air.
"a nice time for you to come.
have been waiting for you. If this
occurs any more. l shnll not have
you again" said John Jynks, in q
sharp whisper directed towards the
side of the organ where the blower
worked the handle of the bello ws be-
You'd his sight.
He began practising the dirge 81
his own composition. The blowing
was even, the handle went noiseless.
ly up and down. But somehow John
Jynks could not manage the organ
that day. The dirge would not
come right. 1t changed into sounds
like the Gloria. When he pulled out
the stops there was no 'swell," the
pipes sang silver thronted, and went
up into the sofest sweetness that
mortal ears ever heard.
In pause in the music, John
Jynks heard u sigh, Il most delicious
sigh, as if from n heart too happy to
listen any more.
| He stood up, and looked round
the side OF The organ to see what
Tommy was doing. And there seat
cd on the pavement in an attitude
the italian painters of old might
have envied, there was the
living angel, with the polished wood
eli handle, swayed by the touch o
his light immortal hands. 1t was
still, now for the music had ceased
The eyes were closed; the face wore
such Il look of glistening ecstasy
that words could not describe its
peace or it's beatitude. The wings
like very bright reflections were
against the plain church wall; the
garment woven of the sunset fell in
red and gold ON the poor earthly
pavement.
Now what was John Jynks to do?
He had never been in such a position
in his life. He felt amazed, of course
But he was n commonplace practical
sort of man, and he thought il
MISUNDERSTANDING awkward. He
dared not go nearer, and he would
not go away. He gave little cough;
he dropped u music book at the same
time.
J The spirit opened radiant eyes and
looked ut him; rose noiselessly as q
light or Il shadow moves: and, com.
ing, laid hands upon his arm with q
touch that he could not feel.
"You don't know me-" said the
spirit.
John Jynks was n very precise man.
He drew back u little, and said, a.
l-have not that pleasure.
The beautiful spirit smiled ut him
"Ah! ! thought you did not know
me. We have never been together.
am the angel ofjoy."
The very precise man made a little
bow.
The spirit smiled again. His smile
was like the sunshine when one ia ul
in the pure mir OF mountain heights
it made one glad.
"And pray what do you do?" the
spirit asked. "What do you do
every day that you have not come
across mc?"
"My tim G isspcnt in literary leisure
and in music-for music sake" said
John Jynks condescending to ex.
plain.
"Ah!' said the angel wistfully-
"and it is such dark world!''
| With that he turned away. Every.
thing darkened indeed as his presence
departed. 1t was like the coming o.
night. just to get light, and to sex
what would happen, the man fol
lowed him.
When he walked with the angel
everything was bright again-tht
best aspect of everything seemed te
be turned towards him.
! The church was decked with holly
the crib was ready; and IL merry sound
of voices came from beyond the wall
The angel opened locked door, and
smiled so gay an invitation that
John Jynks had to follow.
IL can't help stepping in for min
ute, though l really have not the
time said John Jynks, not liking
to come to n children's party. 81
was not aware that door was evel
unlocked