The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1899-08-04

Mrs. Dahl requested monsieur to call
upon her the next day, and at the hour
swept into the room with some hing 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
q suitable lady among those you have
metz"
Monsieur looked at the minister's
wife as a terrified child looks at it's
tormentor.
"Cood madam, are doze all re ladies'
zu hat zelected for me % he stammered.
"Why, you've seen seven. That is q
great many to select from, is it not??'' s
ley are all old ladies, ISIS it not?
Fey air not fraish, zueall it; not full OF
feeling" =
'Man alive!" cried Mrs. Dahl, forget
ting her politeness in her vexation,
Ibid 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 hat been kind, vera
kind. Zu speak truly. am NIGHT
young; re work, re study, re poverty
has made me old, but forgot, for re
heart has yet re youth. I may meier
find re 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 he1
husband. us he or is he not fool?"
Her husband did not reply. + T.
In the dusk of the evening M. Au'
gCste leaned from the attic window
The magniicence of sunset was in his
face, the silvery moon rode high in
the east. His eyes showed that he hac
wept. Now a calmnesss was in them
the calmness of a resigned hope. A pile
of music lay on a 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 it there stood a tall
slight girl there. She was very young
and very timid. On her arm hung {
basket, from which she took bundle
for him.
Tanks to you, Mile. Marguerite
Could not re small brozzer come wiz x
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 sui,
you and that you will have more"
"Yah, oui. I mean yes" said NJ. Au
guste, gravely. II will come to- SET
small brozzer tomorrow. 1t will be *
go down re stairs wiz zu, mademoiselle
zu air one brave girl, one goot girl
They proceeded down three flights tt
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 ano
who would, were it not for grinding
poverty, be fair, be happy. His voic,
was very gentle.
go home, my child" he said. ~,
must all suffer mooch. Twill not FORGE
to see re small brozzer tomorrow; i
he is in great dangai come to re church
for me zis evening. play re organ t.
ease my soul. Good night, mademoi
selle. I will not forget to pray for q
happiness of one so young, so sorrow
full
He turned up the street, but as sh'
hurried away the girl smiled at hin
through very rainbow of tears. Tha
smile went with him, and after h,
lighted the gas jet in the church gal
lery he turned to the organ and one,
more played out an ecstatic, impro
vised chant to Love, to Home, to Peace
to his hungry hearts, best wishes.-Chi
cago Times-Herald.