Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-05-15
BY MARGARET MAYO


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 the backs of the company. were to- ward him. He crossed to the study
 table without disturbing his visitors
 and smiled to himself at the eager
 way in which they were hanging out of the window.
 Douglas was sturdy young man of eight and twenty. frank and boyish in
 manner, confident and light hearted in
 spirit. He had seemed too young to
 the deacons when he was appointed to
 their church. and his keen enjoyment
 of outdoor games and other healthful
 sports robbed him of certain dignity
 In their eyes. Some of the women of
 the congregation had been inclined to
 side with the deacons. for it hurt their
 vanity that the pastor found so many
 other interests when he might have
 been sitting in dark. stuffy rooms dis cussing theology with them. but Doug
 las had been either unconscious of or
 indifferent to their resentment and had gone on his way with cheery nod and an unconquerable conviction of right that had only left them founder. ing. He intended to quit the room now unnoticed. but was unfortunate enough to upset chair as he turned from the table. This brought chorus Of exclamations from the women, who, chattering. rushed quickly toward him.
 What do you think of my naughty boy. Willie?" simpered the widow. \ He dragged me quite to the window"
 Douglas glanced amusedly first at the five foot six widow and then at the helpless red haired urchin by her side. but he made no comment beyond offering chair to each of the women.
 Our choir practice had to be entire ly discontinued" declared Miss Per. kins sourly as she accepted the prof. fered chair. adjusted her skirts for A stay and glanced de6antiy at the par. son. who had dutifully seated himself near the table.
 T am sure have as true an ear as anybody" whimpered the widow, with an Injured air. "But defy any one to lead What Shall the Harvest Ber 1 to an accompaniment like that" She 1erked her hand in the direction of the window. The band was. again playing the "hoochee coochee''
 Never mind about the choir prac- tice." said Douglas. with a smile. Tt is soul. not skill. that our congregation needs in It's music As for that music out there, 1t is not without its compen- Why, the small boys would rather hear that band than the finest church organ in the world"
 And the small boys would rather see the circus than ,o hear you preach. most likely" snapped Miss Perkins. It was adding insult to injury for him to try to console her
 ''Of course they would. and so would some of the grownups if they'd only tell the truth about it." said Douglas. aughing.
 "What!" exclaimed Miss Perkins.
 Why not?' asked Douglas. ''I am 'ure l don't know. what they do inside he tents. but tha parade looked very promising"
 ''The parade!' rhe two women ech- ,ed In one breath. Did you see the 
 Yes. indeed" said Douglas enthusi- But 1t didn't compare with he one saw at the age of eight" de turned his head to one side and ooked into space with reminiscent mile The widows red haired boy rept close to him. T
 "The Shetland ponies seemed as mall as mice." he continued dreamily. the elephants huge as mountains. the .reat calliope waited my soul to the cry skies. and l followed that parade fight into the circus lot" Did you seed inside de tent?" Will e asked eagerly.
 "l didn't have enough money for hat" Douglas answered frankly. He urned 10 the small boy and pinched is ear. There was sad disappoint-