Smyrna times., 1899-08-23
sM4l5NA TlNES WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AUGUST OBJ 1899

"Well, monsieur. and have you
found suitable lady among those YOU
have met ?"
Monsieur looked at the ministers
wife as a terrified child looks at its
tormentOr.
Good madame, are doze@all re ladies
zu haf zelected for me?" he stammered
why, you've seen seven. That is a
great many to select from, is IT not -
"Zey are all old ladies, iss it not
Zey air not fraish, zu call it-not full
of feeling"
''Man alivel" cried Mrs. Dahl, for
getting 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 at
yourself! You are past middle age.
You are not attractive to young girls.
Look at yourselfp'
She pushed him in front of the long
mirror. The poor little organist locked
long and hung his head. Then he
sought for his hat, and as he took if he
turned and spoke:
Madame, IN haf been kind, vera
kind. Zu speak truly l am NIGHT
young. Ze work, re study, re povertv
has made me old, but l forgot, for re
heart has yet re youth l may nefer
lind re lady dat l seek. l grow old.
Madame, l will return to my musioue.
Forgive me, madame. "
Il wanted to cry, and yet l never
was so provoked" said Mrs. Dahl to
her husband. ''Is he or is he not a
fool?"
Her husband did not reply.
In the dusk Of the evening NJ. An
guste leaned from the attic window.
The magniicence of sunset was in his
race, the sllvery moon rode high in the
east. His eyes showed that he had went.
NOW calmness was in them, the calm
ness of resigned hope A pile of music
lay on chair near him. He would soon
go down to the church and by the sin
gle gas jet lighted in the vast room give
his whole soul up to his goddess, music.
She would be richer by the death of a
hope, the rude dominion of a foolish
but ecstatic dream.
There was a timid knock at the door.
When he opened it, there stood tall.
slight girl. She was very Young and
very timid. On her arm hung a bas-
ket, from which she took bundle for
him.
'Zanks to zu, Mile. Marguerite.
Could not re small brOzzer come wiz ze
article? Nicht zu?''
The giIl 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, l mean yes, said NJ. Au-
guste gravely. 81 will come to see
small brozzer tomorrow. 1t will be re
great plazzir to me. Tell him. l will
go down ze stairs wiz zu, mademoiselle.
Zu air one brave girl-one goot girl. -
They proceeded down three flights to
the street door. In the light the organ
lst saw the traces of tears on the girls
cheeks. His heart melted. Another
wept in sorrow, one so young and who
would, were it not for grinding poverty,
be talr' be happy. His voice was very
gentle.
"Go home, my child" he said ave
must all suffer mooch will not forget
to see re small brozzer tomorrow. If he
is in great dangair. come to re church
for me zis evening. l play re organ to
ease my soul. Good night, mademoi-
selle, 1 will not forget to pray for re
happiness of one so young, so sorrow
full"
He turned up the Street, but as she
hurried away the gi1l smiled at him
through very rainbow of tears. That
smile went with him, and after he
lighted the gas jet in the church gallery
he turned to the organ and once more
played out an ecstatic, improvised chant
to love, to home, to peace, to his hun
CRY hearts best wishes. Chicago Her
aid