The farmers' union. (Memphis, Mo.) 1891-1895, 1894-01-11
HOME FLIES THE DOVE.
EY ERNEST JARROLD.

services were being held il the church.
The echoes OF the tOliing went Vlbrat-
ing down the valley. telling The sinners
that the time had come Ior them to
make The usual VOW Of remuneration
from the thraldom of the flesh. The
congregation was unusually large. for
the fcrvencr of cxhOrtatiOn aid the
vchcmencc Of supplication had quick
cncd the 7lumbcring fires Of piety in
the heats OF the faithful and strength
encd Tie feeble knees Of many; Ii hating
ZcalO..
The rrcani-t was play ing a dreamy
voluntary. fun of the tcndctcst expires
sion from Memberships Songs With
out Words. AS his fingers stole softly
over the keys he muttercd 10 himself
Il tar. which fitted the air admirably
and III which the line when the bird
wakcth and the shadows flee" was in
cOrpuratcd. 1t was quiet. rcstful
scene. full Of comfort for the body and
soul.
just as Josh came down on tiD-tOr
from TIE belfry. the outer door Of the
church swung open and IL young woman
entered. She was elegantly dressed.
Her form was wrapped in q sc:tlshin
cloak and diamonds sparkled in her
ears. There was an air of elegance
dtlu rem 'illcub dDOuL inc NoIbdtil " lli' IL
caused Josh to open the inner door
with more than his Gust mary polite
ness. With gracious inclination If
her head the woman entered and took
a seat n the extreme end Of the seat
nearest the door upon the faded red
cushion.
This was the ilrst time that Dove
Jones had been inside of IL church for
five years. There were no bluS in
her checks now such as We'd with the
holly hooks in her mothers garden
when she went away. She had lost her
no, es with her self-rcsp ct and earned
dark circles under her hazel eyes.
pallid brow. ard u disease which the
doctors said was valyular disease OF
the heart. I'm moments Of excitement
she W., seized with paroXysms which
turned her face the color of ashe, and
made her feel as if steel fingers Were
squeezing her heart rclcntlcssly. And
now she was on her way home to her
mother who lived in the village: to sit
by the window where the hoyeysucklcs
doomed in summer AMI the scent of
swcctb riar stole in at,twiliyht. While
passing the church on her way tow ard
the window seat. she saw the lights IN
the church window and heard the deep
toned bell and an impulse which she
could not rc-ist prompted her to On e..
Many inquiring chances were ca t at
her. bat none recognized her now. But
MANY familiar fac as met her gaze is
she looked around. \ few seats in
front of her sat the fat grocer. whose
dried applcs she had so often stolen
when on an crrand for her mother. In
the pew in the church sat the rich
broker who went to the city every
,f ;uh l.,
hal paid for the new baptistry, Dove
remembered. She recalled with Il
smile that he often prayed in meeting
and always repeated the phrase ION
this earthly foOt,tOol" fifteen times in
each petition. He put a - note Oh the
plate every Sunday, she remembered.
too. Us she looked 1T the bald spot on
the top Of his head.
Eut in the extreme corner OF the
church near the pulpit. where the pcws
were cheap. she saw family. for the
church was dimly lit, two figures. Is 9TH
were plainly dressed and gray-headcd
They were her father and mother. Her
heart learcd in hcr bosom. There was
al icy construction in her breast and
the pcrspiration started on her hands
anG forehead. With trembling fingers
she drew out Of hcr pocket Il small vial
poured ten pinhcad pellets into her
shaking palm. and quickly swallowed
them. The effect was magical. lii less
than two minutes the construction was
gone.
. Up the side aisle there came young
and beautiful girl. Dove heard boy
across the aisle whisper t. his nei gin
Dor:
That's the new soprano. Amt she
u daisy.
The daisy" alluded to disappeared
behind the red curtain that hung on a
brass road in front of the choir loft,
raised about Il foot above the level Of
the church floor.
oh. Dick" the new soprano said to
the tenor. rs she dropped painting int
seat and unrolled her music. I've got
just the sweetest little song YOU evey
heard 10 sing tonight a. solo. The
minister said he wanted something
about Il dove. for he intended to preach
a sermon about that cooling bird. and |
found the very thing in q Sunday
school book. You know Mr.. Eo, kins.
who pays the choir bills has not de-
c.ded whether he will give ME the
position of solo soprano, hut-thank
you. Dick, they'll moi>tcn my throat
Dick had passed her handful of
marsh-mallows) you'll see ii / don't
catch him Tonight. The song is a lit
tie thing in four parts. nothing like
the Green Hill Far Away or With
Nerdure Clad but just simple and
I melodicus enough to appeal TO his
limited musical conceptions I've been
vorkin. hard on it al the week. real
hard. two hours u day. | can almost
feel tears on my cheek when sing it
and YOU know that feeling always l,n-
proves the timbre Of your voice. What
is that Haweis says about"
The flow of her comment was cut
short by the organist. With lizard
touch as if he were loath to let it 20. the
latter had finished the voluntary and
the gentle prelude to the new sopranos
song came from the keys. The con.
gregation were all seated and every.
body looked expectantly toward the
choir loft as the head of the new
Srnropc y>o,o u,acof,,llv ahove, tho rod