The Lake County times. [volume] (Hammond, Ind.) 1906-1933, 1907-02-06
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tumult and thunder of an organ ex-
planned the tremor and roar l had
heard below. | was m the crypt of St.
Agatha's chapel. The inside of the
door by which I had entered was
part Of the wainscoting of the room,
and the opening was wholly covered
with map of the Holy Land.
1t was all very strange and interest
ing. I looked at my watch and found
that it was five o'clock, but resolved
to go into the chapel before gong
home
The way up was clear enough, and
l was soon in the vestibule. l opened
the door, expecting to find service
in progress; but the little church was
empty save where, at the right of the
chancel, an organist was filling the
church with the notes of an exultant
march. Cap in hand stole forward,
and sank down in one Of the pews.
lamp over the organ keyboard
gave the only light in the chapel, and
made an aureole about her head
about the uncovered head of Olivia
Gladys Armstrong! l smiled as l rec
ognized her and smiled, too, as L re-
membered her name. But the joy she
brought to the music the happiness in
her face as she raised it in the minor
harmOnies, her isolation, marked by
the little isle of light against the dark
background of the choI,-these things
touched and moved me, and l bent for
ward, my arms upon the pew In front
of me, watching and listening with
kind of awed wonder.
There was no pause in the outpour-
ing of the melody She changed stops
and manuals with swift fingers and
passed from one composition to an
other; now it was an august hymn,
now a theme from Wagner, and finally
Mendelssohns spring song won the
cold, dark chapel to light and warmth
with it's exultant notes.
She ceased suddenly with little
sigh and struck her hands together,
for the place was cold. As she reached
up to put out the lights l stepped for
ward to the chancel steps.
please allow me to do that for
you?"
She turned toward me, gathering a
cape about her.
"Oh, it's you, is IT, she asked, look
ing about quickly 81 don't remember
that you were invited"
'T didn't know 1 was coming my
self" remarked truthfully, lifting my
hand to the lamp.
THAT is my opinion of you,-that
you're a rather unexpected person.
But thank you, very much
| She showed no disposition to pro-
long the interview. but hurried toward
the door, and reached the vestibule be-
fore l came up with her.
You can't go any farther, Mr.. Glen
arm" she said, and waited as though
60 make sure 1 understood. Straight
before us through the wood and be
yond the school buildings the sunset
faded sullenly. Night was following
fast upon the gray twilight and al
ready the holder planets were afamt
in the sky. The path led straight
ahead beneath the black boughs.
Il might perhaps walk to the dormi
tory, or whatever you call it, 1 said.
Thank you, no! I'm late ant
haven't time to bother with you. It:
against the rules, you know, for US tt
receive visitors"
She stepped out upon the path.
But I'm not a caller; I'm just {
neighbor! And owe you several calls
anyhow"
She laughed but did not pause and
followed a pace behind her.
Il hope you don't think for mo
ment that I chased a rabbit on you
side of the fence in the hope of meet
ing you, do you, Mr.. Glenarm?"
BE it far from me! I'm glad I came
though, for liked your music i'm
mensely. I'm in earnest; l think
quite wonderful, Miss Armstrong"
She paid no heed to me.
And 1 hope 1 may promise mysel
the pleasure of hearing you often"
You are very kind about my poo
music, Mr.. Glenarm; but as I'm goin
away"
lett NY n0dIL SILK d ll1IlS. Oh
was the only amusing person I ha
met at Glenarm, and the thought c
, losing her gave a darker note to tn
bleak landscape.
That's really too bad And JUS
when we were getting acquainted
: And 1 was coming to church Sunday I
hear you play and to pray for snow
so you'd come over often to chas
: rabbits,"
This, I thought, softened her hear
| At any rate her tone changed.
Il don't play for services; they'1
afraid to let me for fear I'd run conf
opera tunes into the TIE Deum!"
How shocking"
DO you know, Mr.. Glenarm, he
tone became confidential and her PAD
l sIackened.-'w call you the squire, /;
l st. Agatha's, and the lord of II