The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1921-11-02
PART CONTINUED.

II PART I-ContlnueO.
-
h II was, In a sense, an original poem;
though, like the greater number OF all
literary offerings, 1t was SO strongly |
! Institutional that the source Of its |
{, nspiration might easily become mani
/ fest to cold-blooded reader. Never
theless, to the poetess herself, as she
explained later in good faith, the words
inst seemed to come to her-dOubtleSs
with either genius or some form of
miracle involved; for sources of in
spiration are seldom recognized by in
;pired writer's themselves. She had
not long ago been party to musical
Sunday afternoon at her great-unce
Joseph Atwater's house where Mr..
Cairdyce that amiable and robust
baritone, sang some of his songs over
and over again, as long as the re-
quests for them held out. Florence's
poem may have begun to coagulate
within her then.
THE ORGANEST
BY Florence Atwater
Inc OrSaneSt was seated at MS 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 IL 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.
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
:epetition 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 I'M
usual to her, and placed 1t 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 at
ter the other, until she came to a
pause at the top Of that whereOn the
TWO journalists had lately made them
selves so odiOusly impressive.
Before her. II she had but taken
0ote of them, were a lesson in history
and the markings of a profound transi.
ton In human evolution. Beside the
Old frame stable was a 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
SIDE 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
cohl The new age begins with ma
chines that do away with laboring ami
mails and will proceed presently to
machines doing away with laboring
Weh, although 1t is true that cows
u'ay remain In vogue for some time
IN spite Of the fact that they are
u'ready MIXED by electricity, the milk
itself must yet be constructed by the
cow.
All this was lost upon Florence
Que sat upon the fence, her gaze un
'S'orably, though wistfully. fixed upon
sign OF no special esthetic meri,
"oove the stable door:
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PROPREITORS.
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1he inconsistency Of the wore
uai'y' did not trouble Florence more
over she had found no fault with
orio'e until the "Owners and Pro
preitors" had explained to her In the
p'a'hest terms known to their vOcabu
''es mat she was excluded from the
.n'erprise. Then, indeed. she had
oeeh reciprocalls explicit in regard
uo' OILY to them and certain personal
characteristics Of theirs which She
ro'n'ed out as fundamental, but in re
S Sa" 10 any newspaper which should
m n. call itself an "OriOle.'
partners remained superior II
a'"er, though unable to conceal q
"o'ura' Resentment; they had adopted
, n.'"e' not out of sentiment for tn,
~. city Of Baltimore. nor, indeed
A.. account Of any ornithologic inter
'' Vi their own, bu. rs n relic from