The Newtown bee., 1896-02-07

when ne sings ne LOOKS like 8 roaring
 lion. Where he comes out strong in
 those passages in the oratorios where
 terrible things are dwelt upon. 1 like to hear him sing "He breaketh the bow and the spear in sunder, and burneth the chariot in the fire!" To hear him and the Soprano singing together is like hearing an angel and a great devil tho, IS just said, the Bass Singer is really d good hearted fellow.
 Before the Soprano came to sing at our church l often used to go home as soon as nay ushering was over. Ushering is
 very tiring work, and when 1 have fin- ished l am not in condition for wrestling
 with sermon. But the Soprano Sin gers first song had such an effect on me that l waited that Sunday, and since then have got out of the habit of going
 home early. When the choir is sitting down they are almost invisible; but the
 Soprano, althO little women, sits
 rather high; and from my seat in the
 back of the church that first Sunday she
 aang I could see the little blue feather
 sticking out of her hat. A little blue feather is a good enough thing to lock
 at, and 1 used to look at it a good deal,
 and wonder if should ever know the little women underneath it. As the
 weeks went by l looked at it more and
 more. When the Soprano sang a solo it thrilled every one, but it thrilled me
 more than all the rest, except perhaps
 one; and when thS quartet sang I man.
 aged to detach the Sopranos voice from
 all the others, and to hear it all alone. l think she must of known that l was
 watching her; in fact, l afterward
 heard that she did. But, of course she never seemed to. Once she came into
 the church by the front way instead O.
 by the choir door, and asked me to give her little sister seat. Her speaking
 voice way very low, and very different from any ones else-a voice to be re- membercd; ; and her manner was shy and digntied. 1 stammeTod out that l would take care of the little girl; and did. put her in the very best pew in the church, for I had read in the Sunday
 Gossip that Mir Fulton and his family were spending 8 month in the country When the little girl passed as she went out of the church I asked her how she liked the sermon. Pretty we'll" she
 replied; "but liked Amy's singing the best" "SO did l ," 1 said, and then
 blushed to see that the Soprano was
 c1c hV7,
 blushed too. Thank you for taking such
 good care of Polly" she said, and the
 two went out of the church together.
 As remember it, the sun went behind
 cloud just about that time; but perhaps
 that is my imagination.
 Not long afterward Dr Coverdale
 wrote me note asking me to come to the next church sociable. Now I am not party going man, and the few invita-
 tioGs receive l generally decline; but the doctor seemed to want me to come. aud was always glad to do what he asked me. 50 when 1 had brushed up my dress suit, which was pretty diDgy- for am only a teller in the Sixth Nat ional BanE-I put It on and went to the sociable. When l cane into the church parIOr 1 looked round and round for some one 1 wanted to talk to and who wanted me to talk to her, and I could not see any one like that. So l just
 tood still while and looked on. It is always such fun looking on at aociables the girls have such fun~y clothes, and the men feel SO out of place.
 Kind old Dr Coverdale caught sight of me at last. "Here you are, my boy" he said, taking me by the hand there's 2 young lady here that doesn't know us | very well, and you must make her feel 1 at home.' To my amusement he led me | up to the Soprano Singer, who was sit ting on a settee. "Now you young people must amuse each other, he said and with this introduction he left us. For to Dr Coverdale young people are young people, and their names are im- The Soprano Singer did not seem much embarrassed. sDear old Dr Coverdale, g she said, II don't believe he knows who 1 am. My name is Amy Dalton; and yours is Mir Oliver Fairfax, sn'U it?'
 "Yes,' $ 1 said; and then I could not hink of anything else to say, because I vas just thinking how nice she was, and
 could not say that.
 "You know we're old friends, MT Fairfax" she said, lever since the day 'ou took care Of Polly. She said you rave her a splendid seat"
 ''It was good seat,'' I replied. "I eel as if we were very good friends, too, | or other. Do you know, the Lrst time you sang it seemed as if I had { eard your voice before?'
 five heard other people say that ' bout my voice." she said. "It's funny z sn't it? How many people there are in ( his room!' she went to. II don't know S ny one here except the Bass Singer, nd I'm rather afraid of him. I don't t link I shall be afraid of you," she ad- ed, confidentially. l. After we had talked little while, the bought struck me that it would be nice a walk home with her. It was quite an s fort to bring myself to the point of o skiing her. I never could quite make il 1t whether I was timid or brave. any ay. I am almost always afraid to do d lings, but I do them sometimes. I ''Can I walk home with you?" said at N st; and to my surprise and joy her face sl ghted up and she consented. A few inutes afterward the Bass Singer came n } and asked her the same question. te hen she said that Mir Fairfax had omised to walk home with her, he i'd anced at me with grieved look, bow SC to her, and withdrew. ti I'm glad I'm going with you,'' she a q .f, ] L.