The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-10-12

ton OF the morning sun g1ided its spire
and dispersed the shadows that had low
cred upon it since the moonlight and the
two lovers disappeared together on the
night before.
I'm keep my tenor at any coss,n was the
inward comment of the Cathedral, as 1t
threw open its doors to the early worship
ers and moodily listened to their footsteps
in the stone aisle.
"F1 be blowed if 1 let them take Tom
away from me, "whistied the Court House.
He is q credit to me, and / will not see
him throw himself away Why, what the
deuce? He is retained in three big cases
this very week. They are enough to take
up his attention, without his thinking
about church choir girls. Fudgel"
The Court House looked across to the
Cathedral, but that stately edifice BETRAYED
no knowledge Of anything save the early
mass then in progress. The Episcopal
Church, nesting among its trees, was
equally self concentrated, and was occ.I-
pied apparently in adjusting its weather
vane to the diverse currents of wind that
swept from theriv below and the mount
aims above, alternately.
Let them keep to themselves! 1t suits
me. But Pll have my way about Tom
Fluent, or I'm not a Court Housel' was
the way the big building consoled itself
as the janitors pulled up it's scores of blinds
and made it ready for the days business.
During the next hour or two the Court
House was so busy receiving the clerks
and other officials who came in by the hun
dred and dispersed themselves about the
building that it had 10 time to notice its
ecclesiastical friends across the street.
Pretty girls 1 have, too,'' it muttered
as the typewriters and stenographers-
fresh colored, dainty, neatly dressed and
altogether delightful = trooped I'D the
broad stone steps and made their way to
their respective Offices "Why couldn't
Tom have chosen one Of them, if-hailoa.
What's this? Why, here is Tom walking
with one of my girls. Now, that is sensi-
bic. guess there is nothing in that church
choir attachment after ALL
Tom and pretty girl were standing
upon the steps, conversing lightly and en-
joying the beautiful morning, while the
Court House looked benignantIy down,
when suddenly the ailantIlses were brushed
aside from the Episcopal Church, and that
respectable structure bawled across to the
Court House:
There, knew it vas your doing. You
have them both on your steps, and they
are both connected with your dry, quarrel
some business. Now, hope you're salts
fed"
Can I believe my windows? Yes. it is
she, the church choir girl, and she is &C
tually attached to my Record Registers
Office. And l never noticed her before.
Well! well! that alters things. Ha, hap
The Court House laughed and gave old
Cerberus such tremendous start that he
yelled "Orderi" from mere force of habit,
as he arranged the chairs in the empty
court room, following it up with remark
that "This building is settling, as sure as
I'm sinner"
You seem to be in a better humor this
morning, neighbor,' said the Cathedral.
what has happeneds'
Everything has happened as it should.
Here is Tom Fluent going to marry one of
my girls, and l do not care where they sing
after this. knew he would not do any
thing unworthy Of himself or me. And
she is sweet little thing. And he is q
splendid fellow. And give them both my
blessing, "cried the Court House in ecstacy.
The Cathedral was always liberal mind
ed, and after momentary hesitation,
more to maintain its dignity than because
it did not agree with the Court House,
said:
Provided keep my tenor, 1 am con-
tent"
Il am not" grumbled the Episcopal
Church. Il want my soprano. But want
something more. If they ara to be married
the ceremony must be under my auspices"
/ $50 it shall-so it SHALL" agreed the
Court House heartily. "What say you,
'Cathedrais"
'Oh, yes, ann willing"
Down on the steps another conversation
was taking place, Of which two sentences
were these
I That it is to be the first week in June.
En- Grace, dear?"
Il suppose so, Tom But do not let any
one know yet, viii your
+ There was pause, and then, as the girl
looked at the solid stone walls Of the Court
House. and from them to the spire of the
Episcopal Church and the two Gothic
steeples of the Cathedral, she murmured:
do you know, Tom, can almost fancy
l hear the Court House telling the two
churches our secret. We seem to belong to
them, somehow, do we not?''
What foolish fancy, dear" laughed
Tom.
And, of course, it was foolish fancy
George c. jerks in Pittsburg Bulletin.