Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1899-08-03

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wife chose the next day for her drive,
and placed BY the side Of the sensitive
organist the last of her several eligi-
bles. This candidate was younger,
handsome and more worldly than any
lady the aspiring musician had met.
She was merry. she was pleasant. and
exerted herself to please monsieur.
lie smiled freely: he was even voluble,
but he made no sign to the astonished
Mr.. Dahl that he had any choice. In
stead his eyes kept their puzzled ex-
preston during the whole drive.
Mrs., Dahl requested monsieur to call
upon her the next day, and at the hour
swept into the room with something OF
indignation in her mind. The little or
ganist stood At the window and bowed
quite az gracefully to her as ever.
swell. monsieur, and have you found
a suitable lady among those you have
metz"
Monsieur looked at the minister's
wife as q terrified child looks Mt it's
tormentor.
"Cood madam. are doze all re ladies
zu hat zelected for me ?' he stammered.
why, you've seen seven. That is
great many to select from, is it not7''
Icy are all old ladies, ISIS it not?
ley air not fraish, gu call it; not full of
feeling"
MAN alive!" cried Mrs. Dahl, forget
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 at
yourself! You are past middle age.
You are not attractive to young girls.
Look at yourself!"
p. 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, zu hat been kind, vera
kind. Zu speak truly. I am NIGHT
young; re work. re study. re poverty
has made me old, but forgot. for re
heart has yet re youth. may nefer
find ze lady dat seek-I grow old.
Madame, will return to my musique.
Forgive me, madame"
II wanted to cry, and yet never was
SO provoked" said Mrs. Dahl to her
husband. us he or is he not fool?"
Her husband did not reply. y
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
Sc Oh ho< !, \
wept. Now calmness was in them.
the calmness of resigned hope. APPLE
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 &c his god
dess. Music. She would be richer by the
death of hope. the rude dominion of
foolish but ecstatic dream.
There was timid knock at the door.
When he opened it there stood q tall.
slight girl there. She was very young
and very timid. On her arm hung o
basket, from which she took bundle
for him.
"Zanks to you, Mile. Marguerite.
Could not ze small brozzer come wiz re
article? NIGHT 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. mean yes" said NJ. Au-
guste. gravely. IL will come to see
small brozzer tomorrow. 1t will be re
great plazzir to me. Tell him. will
go down re 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 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. I've
must all suffer mooch. will not forget
to see re small brozzer tomorrow; II
he is in great dangair come to re church
for me zis evening. play re organ to
ease my soul. Good night. mademoi-
selle. 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 girl smiled at him
through very rainbow Of tears. That
smile went with him, and after he
lighted the gas jet IL 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.
In some rural districts of England
there are held annually hiring fairs,
where farmers and others attend to en-.
gage servants. At one held in Glouces.
tershire last autumn farmer opened
negotiations with lad who seemed
suitable for his purpose. Various ques.
tons having been asked and answered,
the farmer inquired at last:
ssHasf pof n character from fhv last