The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-10-04
EDGAR, THE CHOIR BOY UNCELESTIAL.

JTOU al know how they look in the pictures they
have appealing violet eyes ana dropping moiiths
and oval faces. They tip their heads back and
10 the side and there is usually broad beam light
falling across their little official nighties.
But Edgar was not that kind So greatly did he
differ, in fact. that even the choirmaster was de-
ccived and discovered him with difficulty. When the
gentleman confronted them i'm the parish house-a mob
Of suspicious little boys showing growing snckerIls
and otherwise fulfilling their he promptly
selected Tim Mullaly. who possessed 90 an amazing
degree the violet and the dropping mouth and the
oval face his first soprano.
~ Dut I'm refused TO SINS me scdle aIone' ana as
the others sccrned accompanying him in this
The hilarious boys fashion consecrated to
childhood by adults that they should an join IL
popular melody TO Timber them up and dspel the un-
what shall we sing?" he called out breezily from
The piano stool family indicating rag time rhythm
Hot Time burst from one of the young
AN right" and the inviting melody drew them in.
soon they were shouting Justify. Raucous altos nasal
rate. they started The verse was over. the cho-
rus had begun. when sudden sound sent the choir
=llvcrv thread Of rl,rost song er, btrI mote For
moment it flowed the level the chorus. then
suddenly With understandable leap, surring rush.
81 to octave above led them all choir
master twirled around on the stool.
Who's that? Which boy is singing up there"
he demanded excitedly. There no reply. They
grianed consciously at each other; could imagine
them an guilty.
come. come. boys Don't be sily-vho was it,"
Silence Of the most seDulchrdl sort Mr. Fellows
shrugged his shoulders swung round again and started
The second verse. They dashed through IT noisly.
IIe picked there sweet little treble ore
real also. But his ears were Dricked for something
better. and presently il came The rhythm
please. oh please, oh don't you let me fail
by George he's human blackbrd,'
You're all mine. am love you best Of all"
That's high c.
AN ,ou mus be my man, r I'll have no man at
The eaoirmaster burst into joyous if somewhat
"Thcro.u be hot time in the old town tonight
He whiried about stilI singing. and caught the
static, dreamy gaze Of Tim MUllay.
It's you" he cried. bouncing on him. Tim gggled
Nov sing this scale. and III give YOU . cents"
An enyious sigh quavered through the parish hall.
mouth.
sound as of fifty pounds Of small boy suddenly seat
where's yer fl centse- new voice inquired
Tbc choirmastcr perceived with anazement that the
or tc voice-a freclSled boy an exceedingly
whats the meaning of this? Get upt.. he said
sternly- What's you name? I can't have any of this
The frecsled boy did not rise. In fact he seated
hinsef more comfortably on Master MuIlaly and de-
Inanded again;
Where's yer f. cents?"
The choirmaster stepped forward and seized the Of
tenders collar AS his fingers frightened the captive
burst into the chorus Of the moment before-it the
blackfirds voice. So obstinate choirnasters
first impression that ne looked instnctfvcly at the
fallen Tim to catch the notes WAS struggling
mceky but firmly for breath. and this free trIing
Ssme from above him The choirmaster relaxed his
1T YOU all the time" he said in stupor Of
yen" replied the singer. 1T was me Did yer
think il was him. with slight jounce TO indicate
3 Get up. won't YOU and sing me something else"
'ne master uISed- Inc boy rose promptly.
; been different tone i'm the choirrnaster's voice
Happy Home. Happy Home, the crowd de-
The choirmaster looked relieved. He had no mar
row prejudces but be realized that hymn like MY
Happy Home comes with good effect from the par
where's your mouth organ?~ demanded the frecI<
Jed one Of "a larger boy in the crowd. The latter
dled il i'm both hands a 11or1e1t aftar tb
lude-a tune vaguely familiar to the cboiTraster
suddenly the boys voice burst into this sOmbre back
ground:
I'D leave my happy home for you. O-oo-oo-oo,'
The choirmaster sighed ecstatcaly A voice so
tender so soft so rich in appealing infections
never heard The repeated vowels cooed; they ca
You're the nices, man n I ever knoo O-oo-oo-oo!"
WHAT'S your nance" asked the choirmaster re-
specially.
1t appeared first to be Egg-nog but resolved into
Edgar Ogden under careful cross-examinaton and
owner agreed attend three weekly rehe7rsaIs and
two Sunday services for the prinCcy salary of - cents
progress '''" - '''
SUBSEQUENT EFFORTS proved that 10 hon
Jess 70 attempt TO teach him to read music When Tin,
Mutually and the stupidest alto the United states
as The ChormaSter assured hm-could stumble through
what was considerably known as a duet at sight and
that was the work of many months, Edgar was stl
learning his solos by Once learned however ne
never forgot them. and Mr.. Fellows thrilled with pride
as tho silver stream Of his voice flowed higher higher
above the organ, beyond the choir nj his side tin
the people i'm the church sighed and craned their
necks 20 look at the wonderful boy.
AS matter Of fact they looked. most Of them
1T Tim Mullay. AS his appealing expression and vio-
Jet eyes were undetachable, he had all effects
Of the solost and received most Of the credit from
the vast majority
MS 0re apprehension merCifuly unsupported
by Edgar otherwise il that services
~ "a physician would have been required Null
lazy household Not that Edgar had any professional
gde M MS voice Hc possessed. according to his
IDEAS. many more valuable and decorating qualities
Ills mower Of song was entirely hereditary and
him from his father
Mrs. ogden was not musical herself and devoted
most or nor energies to fine laundry wOr-a
tional b more lucrative occupation Edgars profess
Fsonal duties Interested her chiefly by reason the
vVeclSy salary now grown 10 20 cents Of which one
fenrh allowed him for his private purse the re-
nainder being applied TO the obvious necassi les
~ the household His consequent position as wage
Garner firmly established. and his mother though
she cherished natural contempt the mental calf