The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1921-12-07


Joseph Atwater's house where Mr..
C]airdyce, that amlable and robust
baritone, sang some of his songs over
and over again, as long as the re-
quests for them held out. FIorence's
poem may have begun to coagulate
within her then.
THE ORGANEST
By Florence Atwater
The organest was seated at his organ
in church,
In some beautiful woods Of maple and
birch,
He was very weary while he played upon
the keys.
But he was great organest and always
played with ease,
When the soul Is weary.
And the wind is dreary.
! would like to be an organest seated all
day at the organ.
Whether my name might be Fairchild or
Morgan,
l would play music like a vast amen,
The way 1t sounds in q church of men,
Florence read her poem over seven
or eight times. the deepening pleasure
Of her expression being evidence that
repetition failed to denature this work,
but. on the contrary, enhanced an ap-
preciative surprise at Its singular mer-
1t. Finally she folded the sheet Of
paper with delicate carefulness un-
usual to her, and placed it in her
skirt pocket. Then she went down.
stairs and out into the back yard.
With thoughtful and determined eyes
she obliQued her gaze. over the in
tervening fences to the repellent sky
line formed by the too-simple profile
of her cousin Herbert's fathers sta
BILE. Her next action was straight
forward and anything but prudish; she
Climbed the high board fences, one af-
ter the other, until she came to a
pause at the top Of that wherein the
TWO journalists had lately made them
selves so odiously impressive.
Before her, II she had but taken
note of them, were a lesson in history
ana the markings of profound transi.
non in human evolution. Beside the
OLD frame stable was little brick
garage, obviously put to the daily use
Intended by its designer. Quite as OBJ
vlously the stable was obsolete; any
body would have known from its out
sac that there was no horse within
II. Here, visible, was the end of the
pastoral age, 1t might be called,
from the Heidelberg jawbone to Mar
eoni. The new age begins with ma
'"'aes that do away with laborlng ami
"'"'s and Will proceed presently to
machines doing away with laboring
neh' although 1t Is true that cows
may remain in vogue for some time.
III spite Of the fact that they are
already MIXED by electricity, the milk
''seii must yet be constructed by the
row.
All this was lost upon Florence.
QUE sat upon the fence, her gaze un-
.s'orabiy, though wistfully, fixed upon
y sign OF no special esthetic merit
Move the stable door:
NH rHE NORTH END DAILY ORIOLE.
M" ATER & ROOTER OWNERS AND
PROPREITORs.
oN1hAbE NOW CENTS.
lhe inconsistency of the word
oai'y' did not trouble Florence: more
over she had found no fault with
orioie' until the Owners and Pro
p'eitors" had explained to her in the
r'aihest terms known to their vocabu-
Mr'es that she was excluded from the
enterprise. Then. indeed, she had
oeeh reclprocalls explicit in regard,
u"t OILY to then and certain personal
characteristics Of theirs which she
r"'h'ed out as fundamental, but in re-
s sa 10 any newspaper which should
rr,e''oerately call itself an "Oriole."
ne partners remained superior in
sumner, though unable to conceal
ule ural Resentment; they had adopted
0usloe'" not out Of sentiment for the
purpt city of Baltimore. nor, indeed.
this :'unt of any ornIthologic inter.
w. OF heir own. bu. as a relic from
'"ed' tloned club. or secret society.