The Forrest City times., 1899-07-28
Dahl by a sign of preference


 puzzled by his reticence. the p,;,,;s.au,' Wife chose the next day for her drive ana placed by the side of the sensitive orgahist the last of her several eligi. Dies. This candidate was vounro, handsome and more worldly than anv lauy the aspiring musician had mot one was merry, she was pleasant. and exerted herself to please monsienr JIG smiled freely; he was even yolrble put he made no sign to the astonisbed Mrs' Dahl that he had any choice. In- stead his eyes kept their puzzled ex- Pression during the whole drive.
 Mrs. Dahl requested monsieur 10 call upon her the next day, and at the hour swept into the room with something of inauguration in her mind. The little or- gahlst stood at the window and bowed qulte as gracefully to her as ever.
 Well, monsieur. and have vou fo,,a a suitable lady among those you have me? ?"
 Monsieur looked at the minister's wife as terrified child looks at ;,s tormentor.
 Good madam, are doze all ze ladies zu nal zelected for me?" he stammered.
 Why, you've seen seven. That is n great many to select from, is it not?"
 "Zey are all old ladies. iss it not? Zey air not fraish, gu call it; not full of feeling"
 Man alive!" cried Mrs. Dahl. forpet- ting her politeness in her vexation. 'did you expect to meet young girls to marry as if you were young and fresh yourself? Why, man, look q, yourself! You are past middle age. You are not attractive to young girls. Look at yourself!"
 She pushed him in front of the long mirror. The poor little organist looked long and hung his head. Then he sought for his hat, and as he took it he turned and spoke:
 Madame, gu haf been kind. yerra Kind. Au speak truly. I am nicht young; ze work, ze study, ze poverty has made me old, but forgot, for ze heart has yet ze youth. I may nefer find ze lady dat l seek-I grow old. Madame. l will return to my musique Forgive. me, madame"
 Il wanted toscry, and yet never was so provoked" said Mrs. Dahl to her Husband. ''Is he or is he not fooIY'
 Her husband did not reply.
 In the dusk of the evening NJ. Au- grste leaned from the attic window. The magnificence of sunset was in his face, the silvery moon rode high in the east. His eyes showed that he had wept. Now a calmness was in them, the calmness of resigned hope. A pile Of music lay on chair near him. He would soon go down to the church, and by the single gas jet lighted in the vast room give his whole soul up to his god. dess, Music. She would be richer by the death of a hope, the rude dominion of foolish but ecstatic dream.
 There was timid knock at the door When he opened it there stood tall, slight girl there. She was very young and very timid. On her arm hung basket, from which she took bundle for him.
 Banks to you, Mile. Marguerite. Could not ze small brozzer come wiz ze article? Nicht zu?"
 The girl colored and tears came into her eyes.
 He is sick-there was no one else. Mother hopes the mending will suit you and that you will have more."
 "Yah, oui. I mean yes," said NJ. Au- guste, gravely. ''I will come to see small brozzer tomorrow. It will be ze great plazzir tome. Tell him. I will go down ze stairs wiz gu, mademoiselle. Zu air one brave girl, one goot girl.'
 They proceeded down three flights to the street door. In the light the or ganist saw the traces of tears on the girls cheeks. His heart melted. An other wept in sorrow. one so young and who would, were it not for grinding poverty, be fair, be happy. His voice was very gentle.
 ''Go home, my child," he said. "Ve must all suffer mooch. l will not forget to see ze small brozzer tomorrow; if he is in great dangair come to ze church for me zis evening. l play ze organ to ease my soul. Good night, mademoi- selle. l will not forget to pray for ze happiness of one so young, so sorrow full"
 He turned up the street, but as she hurried away the girl smiled at him through very rainbow of tears. That smile went with him, and after he lighted the gas jet in the church gal lery he turned to the organ and once more played out an ecstatic, impro- vised chant to Love, to Home, to Peace, to his hungry hearts best wishes.--Chi- cago Times-Herald.
 Character Not Good.
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