The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1904-03-03

de6ted with what is AGAINST him Hum hat
very sa score 'nS yea poor @
ty takes a bit OF chalk from one of the cup
uncertain what addition to make to the &C
count.
lis all L justified in scoring up; so, suits
the action to the word, closes the cupboard
and goes TO bed
brilliant morning shines on the old city
It's tts aniapties and ruins are surRassnsy beau d
the rich trees waving in the balmy air. Changes
of glorious light from moving boughs songs of
birds, scents from gardens, woods, and fields
or rather. from the one great garden Of the
whole cultivated island in its yielding time
odor. and preach the Resurrection and the Life.
The cold stone tOnbS or centuries ago grow
warm; and fecks of brightness dart Into the
sternest marble corners of the building, flutter-
ing there like wings.
Comes Mr. Tope with his large keys and
yawningly unlocks and sets open. Come Mrs.
rope and attendant sweeping sprites. Come. in
down from the red curtains in the loft. fear
lessly Tapping dust from books up at that re,
pedals. Come sundry rocks. from various quar-
ters of the sky, back TO the great tower; who
know that bell and organ are going to give
II them Come very small and struggling con-
Corner and the precincts Come Mr.. crisparkie'
fresh and bright; and his ministerng brethren.
not quite so fresh and bright. Come the Choir
in hurry always in hurry and struggling
into their nightgowns at the last moment like
per leading their line Last of all comes Mr.
Datchery into stall, one Of a choice empty
collection Very much at his service and gianc-
ing about him for Her Royal Highness the
Princess Puffer.
The service is pretty well advanced before Mr.
hatchery discern Her Royal Highness. But
by that time he has made her out, in the shade
She is behind a pillar carefully withdrawn from
the Choir Masters view, but regards him with
the closest attention. All unconscious of her
presence, he chants and sings She grins when
he is most musically fervid and-yes. Mr.
Datchery sees her do it!-shakes her fist at
him behind the pillars friendly shelter.
Mr. hatchery looks again, to convince him
one of the fantastic carvings the under
brackets Of the stall seats. malignant as
the Evil one. hard the big brass eagle
holding the sacred books upon his wings land.
his ferocious attributes, not at all converted
by them), she hugs herself in her lean arms.
| and then shakes both fists at the leader Of the
Choir.
| And at that moment. outside the grated door
| of the Choir, having eluded the vigilance of
| Mr. Tope by shifty resources in which he is an
adept, Deputy peeps sharp-eyed through the
| bars, and stares astounded from the threatener
| TO the threatened
the services comes TO an end. and the servi-
| tors dispense to breakfast Mr.. hatchery ac-
| costs his last new acquaintance outside when
| the Choir las much in hurry to get their bed
| gowns off as they were but now TO get them
| on) have scufied away.
| well mistress. Good-morning. You have
"Tve seen him, deary; I've him.
"And you know hm?"
knew himl Better far than all the Rev.
erend Parsons put together know him
! breakfast ready for her ledger. Before sitting
| down TO it, he opens his corner-cupboard door:
| takes his bit OF chalk from its shelf; adds one
| thick line TO the score extending from the top
| of the cupboard door to the bottom and then
| falls to with an appetite