The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1892-07-18

rision greeted his failure to produce the
only real music they had ever heard.
Stuck, by thunder! The damned
things dummy, and the drinks are
on me.
But the Professor" came to his
rescue. explained the use of keyboards,
stops, pedals and bellows, and Jack
made another attempt The effect was
electrical, and the success of the second
effort most complete. 1t was indeed q
weird, fantastic scene. As if by magic,
every sound save that Of the organ was
hushed. and hundred desperadOes
stood gathered in restful attitudes
around it, while this enthusiastic out
cast. for the first time on record, played
the holy strains of Rock of Ages" in q
Western gambling hell.
1t is not the purpose of the writer to
dwell upon the history of that organ at
The Little Casino" nor to particularize
as to its many successful recitals.
Suffice it to say that it proved the har-
binger of stupendous run Of luck to
Jack BOwdOin, and he made such a
rapid advancement as an organist that
within a month he committed to memory
every selection he had heard in the lit
tie brown church.
To effect this result he was forced to
pass through the same fiery ordeal of
ministerial anathema whenever he at
tended service, and that was twice every
Sunday. He felt that whenever the
worthy pastor shook his finger at him
and shouted the usual cumbersome plat
itudes, he was being held up before the
70 h,,f
he bore it all patiently, and his uneasy
twistings in his seat ceased whenever
the choir began to sing He drank in
every sound Of voice and organ with
studiOus avidity, and when service was
over he would duplicate them in "The
Little Casino"
After time he grew dissatisfied
the brevity and simplicity of his repei
tory, for the selections of the church
choir had grown to be tiresome series
Of repetitions. He purchased volume
after volume of organ music and read
the titles of hundreds of offertOries,
sOnatas, and TIE Deums by the great
masters, but the notes were as unintel-
ligible to him as the signs of the Cabala,
and he was all the more helpless because
the Professor" could not read note Of
music.
There was but one way out of what
had grown to be a serious trouble; he
must take lessons from the lady organ
ist, and as she could be reached only
through the minister, that worthy must
be interviewed without delay.
In less than half an hour Jack was
knocking at the door of the parsonage,
and the minister's wife, opening it,
stood eying him with an inquiring
glance.
i want to see the parson."
"Who shall say, please?"
"Er-ah-Mr. Thompson, of Denver,
on most important business"
Not the Rev. Mr.. thompson"
"Well-er-no, mum, not exactly-er
I'm his brother"
He will be glad TO see you, 1 am
sure. You will find him there in his
study" And she indicated the direction
of that sacred snuggery by wave of
her hand
Jack entered the room and stood ner-
vous and uncovered in the presence of
the Rev. Joshua Sampson. He had
far rather have faced pair of loaded
revOlvers, but although he never for
lost his self-possession, he was
doubtful as to how to begin the inter-
view.
Finally Mr.. Sampson broke the 81
lence, which was beginning to grow
painful:
Mr.. Thompson, of Denver, think I
heard you say?"
"Well-er-yes, I did say so. but, you
see, lied"
and was that necessary, my good
friend?" This with an expression of
mingled surprise and pain.
Yes, l reckon it was, because if I'd
given yer my real name yer wouldn't
et me in. I'm Jack BOwdOin, the gam
bier, and I'm no good. Hold on, don't
throw me out-I'll make it all right.
Name yer price, and whatever it is I'll
pay it; but 1 tell yer, Parson, I'm in
,rOuble."
Don't get excited, Mr.. Bowdoin, re-
.Orted Mr.. Sampson, kindly. Il had no
Intention Of throwing you out, as you
,all it, and if you are in trouble it is my
luty as minister of the gospel to lend
you a helping hand. You are welcome"
What, me! Me welcome in the house
If the dealer Of a Bible game? That
me lluCle worn cOHlln IIOm you opens
corner O my heart never knOwed was
here before. Now, look a-here, Parson;
7ou amt got yer church paid fur yet. |
You've been tryin' to raise thousand
dollars and can't do it. Well. 1 can,
md there it is"
And taking a huge wallet from his |
'oat pocket, he counted out the sum
md spread it upon the table before the |
IstOnished Pastor.
You're very kind, Mr.. Bowdoin, said |
he good man, rather nervOusly, with a |
vistful glance at the money. Mag
lanimous; in fact"
Il know what you're goin' to say.
You've refused money before that I win
yamblin'. But supposin' my old mother
lad sent it to me to invest in just such o
yame?"
I should receive it cheerfully and
With thanks"
An inward sigh of relief that the in |
ended lie had turned out only a white |
me, and he said:
Then put it in your pocket, and say |
10 more about it. tell you, ParsOn,
money talks every time, and we've got |