Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1899-09-08
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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 vc7idly 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
Mrs. 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 as gracefully TO her as ever.
"Well, monsieur, and have you found
a suitable lady among those you have
metz"
Monsieur looked at the minister's
wife as terrified child looks at its
tormentor.
Good madam, are doze all re ladies
zu haf zelected for mc?" he stammered.
"Why, you've seen seven. That is II
great many to select from, is it not?"
"Zey are all old ladies, iss it not!
ley air not fraish, zu 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!"
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 haf been kind, vera
kind. Iu speak truly. | am nicht
young; re work, re study, re poverty
has made me old, but | forgot, for ze
heart has yet &c youth. ! may nefcr
find ze lady dat | seck-I grow old
Madame, ] will return TO my musique
Forgive me, madame"
81 wanted to cry, and yet never was
SO provoked" said Mrs. Dahl to her
husband. "Is he or is he not fool?"
Her husband did not reply.
In the dusk of the evening NJ. Au.
gCste 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 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
a foolish but ecstatic dream.
There was timid knock at the door
When he opened il there stood tall,
slight girl there, She was very young
and very timid. On her arm hung a
basket, from which she took bundle
for him.
"Zanks to you, Mile. Marguerite.
Could not re small brozzer come wiz 70
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. ! mean yes" said NJ. Au-
guste, gravely. 81 will come to see
small brozzer tomorrow. 1t will be ze
great plazzir TO me. Tell him. | will
go down re stairs wiz zu, mademoiselle.
IN 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.
$50 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. play re organ to
ease my soul. Good night, mademoi-
selle. 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.