The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-09-08

al the same time, he would be the one to
do il.
why do they wear the mortar-board?'
was by first question-"are they college
men?' 20 dear. no; they're just young
fellows picked up here or anywhere, and
1 put that kind of headtop on them to
keep them decent; they'd be wearing all
sorts of things if 1 didn't" 1.-The girls"
he added. Il allow to wear their own garb
on the street. but at church they too, as
you'll see, have to don both the surplice and
the four-cornered hat" "Ah," he said,
here they are" and the thin, deep-lined,
nervous face frightened into a smile of
greeting, for the procession had just
reached the church door, and this master
spirit is waiting there purposely to give his
tired workers due welcome and such words
of cheer as he thinks they need. The girls
are first. Good evening. dear ladies' is
his salute. With almost every one he
shakes hands, all are thanked, and by the
time these have passed into the robing
room, the men file in. LET the band get
to their places at once; it's time to begin"
'Ah, captain he said, as he grasped the
hand of the leader, "how tired you look;
go at once and sit down." Then Mr.. Garlic
vanished within. and in a moment L too
had found a seat in the well-filled church.
But with me went the vision of that tired
captain. and when later I heard in the
notices that he had been hard at 1t since
early morning and still had another out
door service to conduct, / couldn't help
thinking that he had abundantly earned
both a good comfortable seat for a little
time in the House of the Lord and the
CHEEKY. sympathetic greeting he had just
received from his commanding general.
MOUNTED ON A STOOL.
The next saw of the Rev. Wilson Garlic
was when in the dim light, while some pic
lures were being exhibited. and just after
the megaphone had given US a brief address
from the bishop of Stepney, a man re-
sembling him had mounted a stool, and
was announcing that after the stringed
and wind instruments had got in tune
with the piano and organ, they would all
join in a hymn. the words of which would
be thrown by limelight on the screen. The
gentleman who made this announcement
held a long trombone in his hands, and in
company with the girls who played on vio-
Inns and the men who footed on instru-
ments of brass, he proceeded at once to get
his trombone up to the right pitch. There
was no tittering during this performance.
1t was taken as a mater of course, and the
perfect behaviour of that large audience
in such circumstances helped me to think
that perhaps after all a show of this
kind was not a dissertation Of a place of
worship. Already indeed 1 began to think
that perhaps whatever of novelty might oc-
cur in this strangely-opened service would
in the end leave a good impression be-
hind IL.
that gentleman with hone
was he really the head of the church
army, and the rector of this church of
st. Mary-at-HiIl? Yes, indeed, and that
trombone, lean and long and fitful and
explosive like himself, l soon found out,
was 10 be Mr. Carlies inseparable wand
Of authority all through that service And
a not uniting one, as the result showed,
for the trombone doesn't carry the tune;
IL rather helps out the other instruments
in odd spots, and in a jerky but unique
and very decisive way starts in or leaves
of according TO the players personal cap
rices. Which precisely symbolizes the err
ratio, in and out. off and on manner III
which Mr.. Garlic carried through, one
moment in person and the next by proxy,
all the remarkable features of that even
| ing service at ST. Mary's Each of the
| lessons was short, and each was read with
| comments by some member of Mr.. Garlic 8
Church Army, that gentleman himself
standing near by, nervously twitching at
his moustache while the Lesson was being
| read and then, as each Lesson ended and
| the Psalm was sung, twitching in the most
| enthusiastic way at the movable part OF his
| trombone to help out in the volume of
melody. For a change he would occasion
| ally lay down the instrument and beat
time by clapping his hands. Quicker, a
little quicker" was a frequent intersection,
and repeatedly he exhorted everybody to
ioin In. which 1 think everybody dio, saw
| ing posibly. the wicked person who was
taking notes.
EVIDENCES OF GOOD RESULTS.
What was the impression Of all this?
! From establishment, it soon changed, In my
case. TO thoughtfulness. and as the service
nrogressed despite the eccentricities 1t con-
timed TO develop, the impression for good
| deepened The man sitting next TO me
! looked like a person who might be there
| like myself only TO see and judge. AT one
| time when Mr. Garlic and his trombone
were very effectively helping out the other
| Instruments. 1 whispered a casual remark
in his ear Turning to answer, tears were
| IN evidence and il wasn't long until his
| handkerchief was in use. But, or course 10
produce any impression of this kind, and
to make any person of intelligence accept
some OF the things he saw in any other
] than a spirit OF adherence, there would
| naturally have to be some features that
were profoundly religious. There were
! such features In amongst everything were
| pictures beautiful pictures. not all OF thenl
religious. but all artistic and elevating
| When there was no picture on the screen
! the words OF a hymn would be displayed
one of the grand old hymns like the
/ Church's One Foundation and while this
was being sung the supplied choir would
/ he marching around the aisles. Then, too
there were the impressive prayers OF the
| Church of England and these also were one
after another thrown upon the lime-lighted
| screen.
| Into some Of these prayers the voice OF
| the rector threw a pathos of expression
which made you quite forgive his uncler-
teal antics with the trombone. Il will
arise he said. land go TO my father
| Then we saw before US picture OF the
rrod,eaI I'm distress. Then came the gen
| "a, confession. then the dissolution which