Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1913-01-02

dignifled old church
Perhaps shs sings in the choir" he
thought
A few minutes after she had en-
tered the door he. too, sought admit.
lance.
lis this practise night?" he asked
a small boy who was frisking about
in the lower hall of the building.
Sure" REPLIED the boy. Who'd
you want to see?"
Are you a choir boy?" asked
George, with another stroke of de.
tective genius,
Sure" said the boy noncnalantly.
do you have women in the choir ?"
asked George. with an attempt at in.
difference.
Yes" exclaimed the boy in sur
prise. Didn't you ever hear this
choir? They sing the solos and we
do the rest. You see they can read
the notes better than we can, and
they aren't so likely to get scared and
chokey on Sundays"
And the choirmaster," George in
terrupted without Disgusting his eager
ness. Where's he?"
oh. he's trying out the new fell
lows upstairs. Practise doesn't begin
for few minutes yet"
For the next five minutes George,
spurred on by the thought of the girl,
took the only course that presented
itself of making her acquaintance.
I'm very anxious to get some prac-
| t{co In, hot Aril cd
a few minutes later when he had been
admitted into the choirmasters pres
ence.
"Yes." replied the other, with dis
couraging Indifference. IF you have
only fair voice l really can't take
the time to hear you. l have more
applications now than know what
to do with"
George thought with momentary
regret Of the many chances he had
thrown away to practise with his col.
lege glee clubs. A lusty and ready
voice he had always had when 1t
came to less formal singing.
We'll, 1t isn't what you'd call
trained voice." he admitted, but II
you'll let me practise with the choir
and help me out little I'll be glad
to make 1t worth your WHILE"
1t was two weeks later and George
Upper sat in the little apartment
sitting room laboriously singing to
himself from score which he held
before him.
Say. old man." broke in Edwin
Carey from his chair, III you don't
give up that choir of yours, you'll
have to find some one else to live
with. You're away from home three
or four evenings a week and the rest
of the time you drive me out. Honest
old man, | can't stand It,"
George went on with his singing un.
daunted
"Hows the girl across the street
coming on?" asked Edwin teasingly
Your time limit is almost up"
George paused briefly 10 reply.
"Oh. she's all right, guess. She's
one of your languid, southern beau.
ties. But how on earth is a man go.
half a dozen things besides" Here
he paused and sang few more notes.
You've no idea," he went on, how
absorbing 1t is 1t just gets hold of
you and makes you forget every
thing else. Even the little fellows
tend to business. You ought to hear
us sing that new anthem. Edwin. It's
a rouser!"
But what about the girl?" persist.
ed Edwin.
"Oh, pshaw! exclaimed the singer.
out Of patience. THAT Miss Pen.
rose"
Miss Penrose," echoed the other
She's Clara Penrose." He was
standing over his companion, looking
at him with an unwonted show of
eagerness in his eyes. Il knew she
had come north to study music. and
when you spoke about her being
languid sort Of a girl l had a halt
suspicion. She Is a beauty, isn't
she?" he asked. feelingly, and then
not waiting for reply. Which
house Is 1t. George-the one right op-
poster"
Two hours later George Upper
was still singing to himself from q
score before him. He had spent the
evening alone after Edwin's sudden
departure to the house across the
street. and was beginning to feel
little anxiety as to the probable
course which events had taken.
She's just the sort Of girl to make
a man like Edwin go through fire ant
water" he thought to himself, and
then. as the door of the apartment
opened and Edwin appeared. his anx-
iety departed.