Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1894-11-10

ing very heavy.
We're going to find the boy that
plays the organ" he said with dignity.
He found III on the piazza of the
little house down the road, deep in scrap
books and newspaper clippings, with
two of the girls, while the other girl
was making lemonade and putting in a
word now and then. They were all en-
Enthusiastically discussing theatricals for
the benefit of local charity, but looked
up and smiled as Jacob and me"
came up the path.
II want to talk to the boy that plays
the organ" he said. They all laughed,
which was very embarrassing and made
Rupert's little face very red in its tan
gle of golden hair. He put down Jacob
and hauled i'll on the string until Jacob
lost his equilibrium entirely, and then
he let it out again. They persuaded him
to have some of the lemonade, which
he liked immensely, but 1.-THE boy" took
him uuceremoniously up on his knee
and asked how old he was, which is a
blow to would be dignity. Rupert said
Five" wriggled away and sat on the
steps and told his story. General inter-
est was aroused.
Lets all help, and you make the
prettiest dinner cards you can"
II will,' said the boy.
'I'm very much obliged" said Ru-
pert, gathering up Jacob, land you all
come. You look so pretty it will be like
a party. Julia won't mind" They all
accepted.
Friday afternoon Rupert gathered
daisies i'll the meadow, and Jacob help
ed-at least he looked out for stray
frogs and was "good company" They
took them home and rested and had
their supper of bread and milk on the
back porch-Mrs. Ware was away until
evening on Fridays-and then disappear
ed down the road to the village. By
and by Rupert went back to the meadow
and gathered the rest of the daisies
alone.
The sky behind St. Michael's spire
was rose color and gold, and a most
slender silver moon shone over the tops
of the trees. When he had carried the
daisies across the meadow, the sunset
had faded to silver gray, the moon
had gone, one big star was reflected in
the brook below the hill, and it was
growing very cold. Rupert sat down by
the stone wall, and two tears rolled
down his cheeks. The windows of the
little church glowed with soft light
The sexton was preparing for Friday
evensong. Suddenly the world seemed
very big and wide, and the child lay
face down in the grass and cried and
cried. There the boy found him, and
picking him up carried him and the
daisies home and told Julia to put him
to bed, while he himself put the daisies
to sleep in a tub in the cellarway. Then
he had to race across the meadow to be
in time to play.
The next morning he brought over
the dinner cards-even Rupert was salts
fled with them and staid long
while in the kitchen sticking the 30
pink candles on the birthday cake and
talking quietly and sensibly all the
time. The market man came in like a
flash and threw goose on the table. 1t
was marked paid" Julia was bewil-
dered. 1.-THE boy'' disclaimed all
huOW ltNlSc vi IL anu Wtllt
He came over again in time to set the
table. He knew just how to settle the
daisies i'll the big punch bowl and put
things just right, with daisies and a
dinner card at each plate, and all the
time the goose smelled very good. Ru-
pert was afraid it would "give them
away just too soon, )" but it was a per-
feet surprise-the pretty table, the
three pretty girls, "the boy" the dali
sizes, the goose, the apple sauce, the birth
day cake, the candles and Rupert BEAM
ing away from the other end of the ia
BILE.
"Who planned it all?'' said Mrs.
Ware when they were in the little par
lor later on, with a gay little fire on
the hearth and Michaelmas daisies
showing bravely from every point of
vantage. THE boy was playing softly
on the piano, the girls We're in pretty
group on the hearth rug, wondering
why they had never appreciated Mrs.
Ware before, and she and Rupert were
i'll the big wicker chair in the broad
freight.
Jacob and me planned it ALL" Ru-
pert answered. The boy did most of
it, and the girls We're kind, and they
look SO pretty, and the winter was COM
ing, and Julia doesn't like us in the
kitchen, and soon the frogs will be gone
the goose was Jacob! couldn't eat
any myself"
There was an odd little silence after
this until 1.-THE boy" began to play
Chopin's impromptu in A fiat.
The next day Rupert had his hair
cut quite close, like boy" Mrs.
Ware gathered it up as it fell, took it
home and laid it tenderly in a little
drawer. She was smiling, and yet there
were tears in her eyes. She was think
ing of Jacob and me. "-Churchman
Touched by His Loneliness.
An old darby was out yesterday per-