The spectator., 1921-10-18
TIIl,, oKI;ANEST

THE oKG.NNEST
 By Florence Atwatcr
 The .organest wes seated at his organ
 n church.
 In some beautitul woods of maple and
 birch.
 He was very weary while he played upon
 the keys.
 But he was great orgauest and always
 played with ease.
 When the soul Is weary
 And the wud Is dreary.
 .l- would like 10 be an orsanest seated all
 day at the organ.
 Whether my name might be F'airehild or
 Morgan.
 I would play music like vast amen. Tho way il sounds in a 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- preciativc surprise at its singular mer- it. 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 obliQped- her gaze over the in tervening fences to the repellent sky nf her cousin Herberi's fathers stu hle. 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 whereon the two Journalists had lately made sihem- selves So ediously impressive.
 Before her, if she had but taken note of them. were lesson In history and the markings of a profound transit ton in human evolution. Beside the old frame stable was n little brick garage. obviously put tn the daily use intended by it's designer. Quite as ob- viously thu stable was obsolete; any body would have known from it's out side that there was no horse within it. Here. visible. was the end of the pastoral age. 1t might be called, from the Heidelberg jnwbOne to Mar soni. The new age begins with ma. chimes that do away with laboring nni- nals and will proceed presently to machines doing away with laboring men, although IL is true that cows may remain in vogue for some time. Tn spite' of the fact that they are already mixed by electricity, the milk itself must yet he constructed by the COW.
 All this, was lost upon Florence. She sat upon the fence. her gaze un- tavorahly, though wistfully. fixed upon sign of no special esthe'ic merit above the stable door:
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 The inconsistency of. the word daily, did not trouble Florence more' over she had found no fault with "Oriole" until the 'Owncrs and Pro preitors" had explained to her in the rlaiflest terms Known to their vocabu- laries thu, she was excluded from the enterprise. Then. indeed, she had been reclprocaily explicit in regard. not only to them and certain personal ,haractcristics of theirs which she poipted out as fundamental. but in re- gard to any newspaper which should deliberately call itself an "Oriole." The partners remained superior in manner. though unable 10 conceal a natural resentment; they had adopted .soriole." not out of sentiment for the distant scity of Baltimore, nor, indeed. an account of any ornithoioglc Inter est of their own. hut as . rel:c from .sn abandoned club. or secret society,