Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1895-07-26

she thought how nice 1t was to be rich,
for other people had to stand about
quietly in the aisles, and could not go
beyond certain lines; but "a Notebook
ing young man, who Mrs Finley said
was an usher, nodded as soon as he saw
Mr.. Finley, and showed themupa broad
aisle to pew lined with velvet cush-
ions, and with Finley" on the back.
Once actually safe In the church
Helen relaxed degree or two, and
gazed timidly around. She was awed
and almost frightened by the wonder
full things she saw. The richly carved
vaults of the roof swept away SO high
above her, it made her feel dizzy to
look up at them. The chandelier,
with its silver and gold, appeared a
monster halo of jewels. The altar she
was sure was made Of precious stones.
She fairly gasped when the wonder
full windows caught her eyes. She
picked out Mary and Peter and John,
but 1t was hard work, they were so
much grander and more beautiful than
the prints in the Bible at home.
A little laughing cherub away up in
a mullioned window charmed her most.
Hail. she would like to try TO lift him.
She marveled at his warm hands;
it seemed as If he must be really and
actually alive. Helen appropriated
the dimpled angel entirely to herself,
and found world of consolation in
carrying on imaginary conversations
| with it.
| A sensation as of soft music coming
from somewhere or other began to i'm
press her She did not want to appear
curious, but her big blue eyes would
60 rowing around to find ont where the
music came from. She was sure II
was from the big pipe organ that Bob
had written about, but Helen could
zee no organ at all. The music, SC
deep and full and gentle, swelled up
from the sides of the building-she
| felt sure of that-but 1t charmed her
like soft breath on her forehead. II
filled the child's soul to overfowing,
and she smiled up at the cherub on the
stained glass window under the con.
viction that she had never been SC
happy in all her life.
Then everyone grew stiller than
ever, and the mystic music became a
triumphant burst, and a hundred boy
ish voices rang out in the professional
and hundred surpliced figures crossed
into the chancel
Instantly Helen was burning with
excitement. Bob! Boil Where was hi
in all that throng? She studied the
faces; she tried to Judge the figure
She listened to the voices; she felt sur,
that if Bob was really there he would
get tangled up in his gown and STUN
BILE over the altar steps, but nothing o
the kind happened, and she was q
mystified as ever. Then she gave 1t vi
and her eyes strayed back to the ange
on the window. and she found that
was in this way, after all, that she en-
joyed the singing most
When she thought of 1t after
ward it seemed as if she were dream
ing all that day, shere was so mucl
that was beautiful and grand. TIL
singing was uniformly wonderful
to Helen, though Mozart and Cher
ubini were all one to her. The de
licious awakening came at last. TIL
tired head was resting upon the cush
ions and the eyes were on the angel
She did not notice the hush that hat
deepened on the congregation or tn
, air of expectancy that prevailed. Sh
did not see the white-robed ranks part
and one young singer advance from tn
throng; but the soft prelude to tn
Lux Benigna impressed her as bein
/ familiar and home-like,' and she ha
I settled herself comfortably to enjoy
: when, through the aisles of tina
, church and on the hushed air, fres
young tenor voice burst, as clear an
. as strong as bell:
, LIE ID, kindly light; amid tbs enoircling glool
+ Lead thou me on.
. The night is dark, and am far from home
Lead thou me on
Before the first line was ended Hele
was sitting bolt upright with her eye
> riveted on the singer. The littl
, stained-glass angel had been put I
,. rout by choir boy.
. All, 1t was Bob!
!. Stand out there, the prince of thel
!, all, was he not glorious-her brother
;, with his thick, faxen hair bathed