Year: 1877

Il wonder if he ever cared for any
thing in the world besides music? He
is decidedly the ugliest man ever saw;
no more expression to his cat-green eye
than my pet parrots. declare it pro-
vokes me to think nature would put up
such job )" and pretty Bell Seymour
poutingly tore the white roses clinging
to the veranda post, and spitefully toss
ed them on the gravel walk beneath
her.


"Why, Bell r' and dark eyed Fluvia
glanced up in surprise. Gone would
think you were disappointed because the
green eyed monster, as you term him,
had not yielded to your charms. 1 do
not think him ugly. He plays divine
ly, and as for expression, he has to my
my eye a pitifully sad one. shall ever
believe he loved in his youthful days
and has been disappointedin in some way"


Well, if he ever loved, it was some
one as hideous as himself, you may de-
pend on it. But come, let's go in; the
night air is chilling"


Laughingly the two pretty, thought
less creatures waltzed into the handsome
parlor of the seaside hotel. Bell Sey-
mour little imagined had been alistener
to her very uncomplimentary remarks in
regard to myself but leaning from my
upper window to catch a breath of fresh
sea air, 1 could not help their conversa-
tion being borne to my ear, as the night
was calm and still. And her thought
less words sent me turning back, year
after year as some wanton breeze fiutters
amid the leaves of some sacred volume
and opens its saddest tale.


Little Fluvia was right. In the golden
days of manhood, far down the misty,
moldering past, had loved one of Gods
purest, sweetest flowers; dainty bios
som formed from the very beginning to
expand only in heaven. And tonight,
with the dear old memories stirred, 1
must give to the world my love dream,
for it cannot be long now before the
gray headed old organist of st. Paul's
will do away forever with earth life and
eagerly follow the beckonings of white
hands that call from the further shore of
the river.


May Auderly was our pastors only
child, radiantly beautiful girl of six
teen. And how well L remember even
now every incident that occurred that
first Sunday morning in June 1 ever saw
her.


Daintily robed from the tiny boots
modestly peeping from beneath the soft
folds of her silken dress, to the plump
gloved hand resting lightly on the arm of
the old, cushioned family pew, she
seemed only made for my love, my wor-
ship. And looking on her fresh. pure
foaa r lrnoHu tho china Of nv, 1;fo I
come to me, making me hereafter in heart
as other men, with something to love and
cherish.


The services on this especial morning
grew intensely interesting to me, and
even the waxen petals of the calla lily
sent forth perfume purer and more re-
fined, as her soul mingled with mine in
the morning anthem. Once only she
raised her eyes to my face, when with de-
light sent the music swelling and sway
ing through the grand old arches of the
church, and then sunk it to futterine
sob that died away on the morning
winds. But for this, 1 might have sunk
out of existence for any attention she be-
slowed on me. I was the organist, moth
ing more, to her or any one else in this
wide wide world


AS the services closed l leaned forward
to catch one more glance of the swee
bright eyes 50 blue and pure, but she
had already passed out, and came down
from the organ loft with Joy in my
heart with which the bright spring morn
ing fifty harmonized.


How fresh the flowers looked in thei
rainbow beauty-the violets were Sc
much like the shy eyes of my darling
that kneeled down and kissed one.


[ never dreamed, as other men ar,
wont to do, Of wife and home and thi
little fairy as my freside queen. Oh
no she was too pure for me, and I wa
fully content to set her up in my hear
Of hearts as an idol, and secretly worship
her there. well knew the poor organis
and the beautiful daughter Of the wealth,
pastor of st. Paul's were no fit match i
the worlds eye but that knowledge di,
not weaken my love. She was my idol
my queen and Sunday after Sunday a
I saw her enter the square old famil
pew aud join with my music in devotion
I felt God was good In granting me thi
master passion. For through It her sou
and naine could naingls in one beautiful
hsautiful strain, Ard ! think she gaus