The mirror., 1923-11-08
THE SILVER LINING
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the docket, and reSumed-'ln this case
as we are not certain of his guilt" He
paused, then resumed his drawl-"Pll take
a chance on his running away if you can
furnish thousand dollars cash bond!"
"Why Chief-a thousand dollars! This
is Christmas morning, and the banks are
closed-how are we to furnish cash9
Won't check be satisfactory"
"Nope," he grinned, "We don't accept
checks"
Alice turned sadly, then hesitated. "May
I use your phone, please?" she ventured,
grasping at a new idea hopefully.
Certainly, Miss" and the chief handed
her his desk phone.
While she waited for her connection, and
after glance at her watch, she meditated
-"The service is now going on. Oh, if
can only reach Mr.. Ashton, or Gile-or
Mr.. Scott. Mr.. Seon!-the very man
he'll have it if anyone has! Dear!-I
hope can reach him."
"St. Marks" answered voice over the
wire. It was the sexton speaking.
"Oh, Mr.. Marsh-please get Mr.. Roland
Scott for me at once. Please-its very
important is Alice Paul speaking"
"Hold the line, Miss Paul-Pll try"
came the answer.
The thud of the receiver upon the desk
was followed by chords of deep-toned,
distant music family heard. Now it be-
came suddenly louder-the vestry door
leading to the Chapel but few feet away
had been opened by the sexton. Peal upon
peal came the rich, inspiring tones-rising
higher-growing in volume-suggesting
the waves of the sea rolling in upon the
beach. Each salvo surprising the other
eloquently rising in majestic chords.
"Handel's 'Messiah'-the masterpiece of
the ages" breathed Alice in admiration.
Now came the notes of the organ, violins,
flutes, and trumpets in rythmic stacatto-
high in pitch. Alice pressed the receiver
closer to her ear. Now the chorus-sixty
voices blending, rising, and falling in ex-
quisite harmony. A seconds pause and
childish voice rose, rich and clear-the boy
soloist was singing
81 waited on the Lord,
He inclineth unto me;
waited on the Lord,
And he heard my complaint.
Oh-blest are they who wait
And trust in the Lord"
Like sound of rushing waters, singing
in ecstacy, the full chorus took up the re-
frain in a maze of intricate musical pas
sages.
While Alice waited and listened, the
sexton at St. Marks whispered to an usher
who at once found Mr.. Scott in his family
pew. A whisper-a look of surprise and
a nod from that gentleman, and he hast
ened to the vestry.
eyes," he called into the phone, and
quickly Alice told him her trouble.
"Phew!" be calculated. "This is a sur
prise-and mighty fine one too! Don't
you worry, I'll soon be there"
Stepping to the chancel side and shield
ed from the view of the congregation by
great arch, Mr.. Scott signaled the Rector.
Robert Darlington crossed the Chancel be-
hind the Choir, his white vestments flowing
gracefully as he walked, and upon his
approach Mr.. Scott leaned to whisper in
his ear-"I am suddenly called away, Mr..
Darlington. Please bring me the offering
from the Altar"
The Rector looked perplexed for brief
second, then smiled, nodded, and whis-
pered-"very well sir"
A few quick steps and the Pastor reach
ed the Altar. Grasping the large silver
platter which was piled high with gold
and silver coins and many bank-notes, he
raised it high with both hands; then
kneeling, he blessed it; and, rising, turned
and passed over to Mr.. Scott who was