Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 7, Number 16, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 October 1876 — Page 2

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remember a morn behind the mill, rsan When btacsbirds sang, rrAud alieep bills rang, -.»••• to agriur off, and aUto ng*else were lO 4f» **?f' But the rising dreain *,,4 lu ine.pictured »tf ). Apd the now of wafer al "^T'l remember a maid In her sweet youtb, an WtuM gentle ilayK b&f* In viHagawaya, ti Were parsed in simple worksof truth»

,, ifTomyooui—ihattiineoni ,' 'And thoogh I know the days al* spent, MMtffw li'PiiKt Idve wan lo«t

When catne.Uj\

tl At (Summer's olo*. of my content* Yet mane Joy .stays, er (ftyn,

In Wlntei

fc!o

111 r? iiiu-i uijo,

'r*' And bring* i.Kjoyoa* complement, 'i&j •rf —{Chambers' JoUrall. si l«j '.'*ah ii hi' ii

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The

(i.

Organist's Story.

One afternoon l4l I f* P*38* $ng the Church of thb,Erangtit. on mx •i «hi» Of

ii *w»yibouiq frQtp, bmjldcsw, I met More-, J,»

or^M\

soi'uotimei tue miwic was tbe cbiefattruviluj for degenerate me, ilone, Ooorite," I a^ked/'orabboir rehet rsai?" "Alone,' Jaok, barring the bower, who is how waiting for me Ins I suppose you'll i»o the whole audi sffife."'

Tni-j ii delicious. I shall joy it gr««aUy.", ,S |nto the chorch we went. We founil the blower in the porch seaunl the lowest hteps of In allery stairs, looking. »w if be had just v*ikol ^p. lie wmsso hv avy of aspect, ihlt I at unco ratud bint as a person grt'at,

rf^but

pu»i,i«ly i.eg'iscted, musica

'^.vNoJdirig'-llw'lft^U at us, he wal H'jjsiair*. kuucRiug bid clumsy bpo '"NAVfry su«p. "f

Ul.»wo -Home muaibaHaate, Gaot^ge?"

4. Jl wmupered. Dou't kuow1 one tiote froui another. Spoils blower to have an ear tor music." j* v. ".You nstonhh me. Explain, "8iiuple on»ugh. A Olowei who

(knowH

t«way

music is apt to forget fcfimsolf,

anil stop ulowing to hear mej First thing I kn.»w, the bellows are empty and the tune dies out With a IqUeak. l).«n cauglit. tlnit way two ot thr«« j. timei, iut, bince I gtit this felli w, feel jirnfo. If the ange Oi»brlel sh sit down to the keys aud play tl latest music from heaven, Tom woQh pump

all tbe saute, in dead eiuw it, us if .he were clearing a ship's hold." I expre^si'd my umazeoienl in an "Ah 1" By this ti.ae Wo hkd reached thn org ioft. I looked about ne and .t irked the ho heau of tlie|ci urcli', whitih seemed more sacred andisolemn 1h its emptiness aud hiish tliaiuwhen it was thronged with fashlonable'worshlnpers. ibe sun was yet an hour high, ,} hU slanting »eams stniok greii of ricU colors from the upper windows and allied th#m hftb the atmonpliore of the edifice.

Tom, never saying a woW,! went to .till* place behind the orgaiu and begnn ..

lfto

gft up wind It inondevnik® a horse fj ^wueetiug, aud th«* elToct wiiS ^Ot better ®d by an asthmatic accbmpaniment ,fmtn Tom himself. Hating bdeu" a street j^aver previous to Ms engagement by MoreVowu, had acqulrffl the habit «ol his claiw of emitting a jpryfouttd sigh

When (ieorge wit dowtf to the Imtm^jSneutuud tx^an play, his while apHI* fHjce shone, his ody awayed to ai fro with pliant grace, hl» hands Hew

|oar*noe ehanged. eyt* tl »xh«d, liis body awayed to and

te on tbe roduoed ki catch ally."

People.

A wry

fact." said

miit.

The Summer* day ip

"a Sped iimt

away

dream of love, In* time Of youtb4 V, remember the Hp ring In garb of green, 1, The ilght heaitt-d glee

That came to me

**t With the smite (tt my fore at, Seventeen 9«-- Her laogh that went ,.. .. fnU LUt» woodlaod «oentf the daisied green.

Moretown is ft

5oUtUh uian, with frtnfc cheeks. ^ployting expression or1 faearana-l«oki like anything }n the world but a inutsiciau. ,'

Mem.—How ao6« it happen that so jtf^mauy eminent' vioHnists, pianists, or obea.ra ojnductora, ahd divine tenors

4 jauj soprano are such lumpy persons ,/M |to .he eye?,. Oad, would naturally ex--1-- dP0®110 »»p'fcar bitn^les of tnusclt* fend if nerves, from which all the flesh bad been worii by the fret and tear of ^musical life.

M»reto /rti was rolling through fhe j/gtofyf W09 iwtjiug vuivmv ga^way o" the chu'rob, when he Saw me and st »ppod aud, as I came up, liiiiKuldly reached out bis cbubby white band for uo to sh*lte.

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dl id to see ye, Jack,' said he. "Come

,» in and hear me pi»y." !t ramie yoy, »i riO,"I said, returning bU n«arty grip, "nothing could give mu groaf^r uloaiure," which was true,

for I ailiJiireu his playing, and often attended nurvico at the Church of the E^aiujal to hear him and—well,

fj,ye8

nun.

thoo^ per

J)r JusHjiuiiii's sermons,

haps, Iciutfiit to »)G ashamed to *aj that

face^ shone, hi

t«i**aUke llghtniug over tbe jie^s. I sat ni.^vl a^id drank iu the harmonies whllo fhe playtnl lor me. In succoasloii, scrsps „of sonatas from ltacb, anthems from .. rvCiieruMni, dirge* Irota Chppiu, crashes fhim Waguer, lluty pUlftts from Hosulnk. was a woudenot tnedley, meant t« try the rc«ourote of fb® organ, and ,« 4* ^ithe skill of the performer in suddenly l$«jahifUuR k«ys, atylt* andr exprouilons. became a odtioal hut grateful audiof one, I applauded with my », |^.s%bumba at the end of eery fragment. .f^j Finally, out of the awoef Jargort, there ',»tole the (simple, Wart moving air of *V ^'bubert^'^Nandfcref^-T-tbe wall of the exile, the dirge of denotation. "My own ^•arlaUaD»,M *a

%bled

weave It all over if lUi the Iwtiidery of bis ,an-y. At intervalk the mournful fl „jair would reappear off different Mom jrf and at last George got It down to toe deepest baaa. Aa he moved among the the prufoundtat not a, striking out 4eafenlug volumes of a und, I olwerved that, at time*, the wt^lo church trem-

ayuipathetiopiUy. It seemed to catch multiply it Indefinitely, iand fondly prolong it. WLon CJe^rge stopped to rwt, and I had heartily thniK«d him, sal«J I:

Please tell tne what eaasea that deep thrill all through the church when you touch some of the** biMi keys

I »lrtk« the key note of the church. See now (blow away, Tom.)" He commenocd at CO and jreijt down by setn itones to (J C, the bottom, of the bass. It was thunder ot different degrees. 11 remarked a Tlbration in tbe tooir, and parts of tbe building near us, atwwh] successive note: but there was ooe to which the whale pile responded. I, waited ti 1 be reaeoended tbe octave, Mid, vrben be touched the note again, said I, That's It." sharp. The key note of tbe Church of tbe EvangiL" in a re it a

"^undoobtedly. This church, for in* ta only a gigautic organ pipe, ZuAhed on sharp, octaves and octaves {slow my J0**n» When 1 touch tfcst

rfl[^ilt

interest! hg

say if I told yt

every human being has his or her key

D" I ^should npt doubt tt, hut would like some proofc, if it isall th» saice to you

Georg* turned on the mnsic- stool in a rt animsMd manner. "I won't the-

verysnimaMd orise on this Blngnlar proposition of mine, hut will tell you a true story to Uloatnttctft, if yon bsvo twenty' minutes tospsM.'' '•^be subject interest* me. 8o does your earnest sir. I ams bachelor, ana will give you all night." "I also am a bachelor," said George, lauicbing: "but you shall ledum from my narrative whether I am likely to remain one forever."

Here, then. Is the story of my friend the organist, with mv thick fire or questions and exclamations of astonishment omitted:

Before I came here to be organist and musical dirsetor-^now four years past— I hela that position In tbe leading church in a smart little town of western NeW^ork&T

I claim egttolusive control, of the church music, ahaVesent meddling with it from rector orAnis^ut, just as he would reSQnt m^Uc sting what sermons be should lieseh or whiK hymns read. Ttils Is nql canon law, I know, but 'tis usage, and' 1 stand up, for it. Be good ^Toagh to bear this brsfsoe in mindjfor it contains my 3M|Mwiw«n.

About a j^sar before^ li*bved to tbe otty, the sopraho of this rural church died, aifd I had to find a new one, knew ofailQMb, delicto' rmmnn^r Hod Sf6lf#r, aelonging young girl, Nelly Beck by name.. She was the pupil of a music teacher, a friend of mine, and rongly recommended to my interest, not ouly be cause she«ang beautifully, but because her mother was a poor widow and bad three other young children. My only oiijection to her was—she was very handsome. You smile .at this. But pretty women sometimes play the mischief in choirs. They Hirt with tbe tenor or bass, or ooth. I aocept your amendment—and the organist. Snug place for flirting, behind those red curtains, I can tell you.

Well, notwithstanding, Miss Beck's beauty, I engaged her. She disappoint ed me agra^ably. She studied carefully, was very respectful and obedient to me, tndi did not llirt. To be frank vrith you I began to take a real interest in her. You anticipate me. Yes, I u»y say, I feiPtn lovo' with ber.^ Here, bsk^I, to 'myself, is'Just the musical paragiMywd pretty witnan for y6u, George. Mojfe town. 1 became quite attentive to Miss Beck Saw her frequently from church—one of tbe charming prerogatives of the organist every where, and particularly in tht country. Presented her with,quantities of music. Made myself generally agreeable to her, and the tenor a trifle jealous. But she, while accepting my dviliti* s, made no sign ot reciprocating mv reelings.

Thus things wont on for a few rUonths having no real enoouragemeirt from Miss Beck, and,hpsitating wh .ther to dec are myself or not, when the, rector secured a new assistant—the Km*. Mr! .(jfoftcher. This gentlemao-bad formerly been assistant in an interior county of the State, and, it was said, owed his new position to his distant relationship to the rector's wife. He had handsome features, fine curling hair, and side whiskers, and often wore a sweet smile which settled grim the next minute. A oetter reader I naver heard. He intoned with the distinctness of a musical instrument. A faithful, industrious man in 4iis parochial duties, sincerely religious,

I have no doubt. Ladies' society he was extravagantly fond of and, being a bachelor, soon became a favorite. Per haps, in such personal and business relations with clergyman as 1 sustain, I look to much under tbe cloth at the man. Anyhow, from the first, I did not fancy Mr.*Hatcher.

My main reason, I suppose, was that be interfered with my music. He had a good ear and some taste, but ho could not sing, or play anything. Yet he was presumptuous enough to advise me about tunes and at rehearsals, at which my invited audiences were very limited and select, would drop in on us very much at home. I tried every plan, short of telling him so, to show him I regarded him as an Intruder. But he took no if I had the cold

hints, and smiled on me as given nitn a hug instead of shoulder.

Soon I had another cause of uneasiness—call it jealousy, if you will, Mr. Hatcher showed a plain liking for my pretty soprano. To be sure, his inten lions were perfectly honorable. His Idea seemed to be so far as could fathom him, not to find a wife, but to create as strong an Interest for himself as possible in all the marriageable ladies of the church. Let me not blame him too much—for this Platonic love making is almost tbe only exciting amusement permitted to young clergyman. But one can see that the pastime must be destructive, sometimes, to tbe peace of the female miud.

Miss Beck was g'eatly pleased with his courtesies. Many girls in ber place wouldn't have resisted the temptation to flirt a little with tbe minister—the moat enticing species of flirtation in the world, the ladies say. But she did nothing worth mentioning to encourage him. I thought it hard that r. Hatcher should try to get tho better of me in Miss Beck's affections, when be bad fifty or more handsome young women at 'bis exclusive disposal down stairs. It Is only a confession of human nature to say when I MW the assistant so awe*-t (O her, that her value greatly rose In my eyes. I determined to try seriously to win bor love, and also to forrns Mr. Hatcher back into his proper place. How should I set about tbe task

I decided to put ti tbe practical test mv theory of the kumtm noU. will not weary you with an aocount of the previous experiments (Car from natWfa ry) which U-d me up to the adoption of this atrange theory, but will only state the general conclusion at which I h*d arrived. It wan this:

That every human being has a key note, to whiofa that being is responsive according to the development of its musical faculty? and that when a human being's key note Is st ruck, nnder tbe proper conditions, that beings real nature is tor the moment laid open, the serrets of the heart come out on the face, and he or she is peculiarly susceptibly to influences exerted by tbe person sounding tbe note.

IX) I make it tolerably dear? Tbaak you—that speaks well for your attention and discernment. Well, this odd theorv I now bad a powerful motive for applying to practice, and every opportu-

At the next rehearsal both of my subjects were present, as usual. Miss Beck looked uncommonly lovely thsfc evening. Large, arch black eyes, a beau ti folly rounded fopbhfad and peachiest of colors, forever flushing ana vanishing from her cheeks—but I wont attempt to describe her, while you sit there grinning st me. Altogether a charming victory for my arts. Tbe stfsistant minister came in great force, toot.

He was very lively and captivating, and 966m6d to me to Hrv© struck Miw Beck's key note on some theory of his own.

She

was evidently quite interest

ed in him. On me he beamed like a twin brother. I studied him narrowly, and was confirmed in an old suspicion that his gayety was partly put on, and that beneath it could be found something not quite so childlike. That point I hoped would soon be tested by my theory.

Miss Beck was in charming voice that night. I noticed at times a little tremulousness caused, perhaps, bv her essaying some new aud difficult music. I was glad of tnis, because I thought she would be more impressible. We executed several new cbants» and nyinns, to the especial satisfaction Owjthe assistant minister, whdpfet near Us* and frequently gazed into the beautiful fafc my soprano, beating time corhplacehtly with his head, and showering praiswon all of us between the pieces. Presently we took a long pause, and Miss Beck came up and stood near me. She wished my opinion on that very diflicult subject—tbe respective merits of three rival pianos. This op ned a con versa tion, that I could easily protract for an indefinite time. As we talked*! pulled the flute stop, and .began slowly to touch tbe keys corresponding to tlm register of her voice. At tbe satire time I looked her fairly in the eyes, exercising whatever magnectic power l,pos sessed. I tried to keep perfectly cool, though I know*I must have been excited, for she visibly recoiled Ht moments from my ardent gaze. Why did Ichcose the flatestop? Because that has a quality answering to the soprano voice. As I asoended the scale I pressed each tone arid Semitone long enough to ty ite full effect, doing this with seeming careless. With each successive notcI would bend my soul—if I may use that expression—to the reading of hers through her eyes, ider startled look speedily gave way to a dreamy reVerie, as she let her eyes rest on mine, while a deeper blush crimsoned h/r cheeks and her lipssligbtlv parted. What note was I touching and you may be sure I held on to it. m.

I had struck her key note.

bass, and Mr. Hatcher were all lolking "lelt

at us. The note ceased, and Ihenspell "j -Uf j' .'V Iii some confusion, turned full to tho keys and rattled off the first caprice that had occurred to uie. Miss Bock left my side, and took up her music book for tbe next piece. Sa exultant was I in the thought that I had proved my original theory, that 1 might have gone on playing panns fur an hour, it a general lit of coughing among my hearers had not roused me to pursue the

We performed the last piece—a new motet. I remarked that the soprano faltered on the opening bars, as if under the influence of deep emotion But she soon recovered herself, anu sang as smoothly as ever

Tne rehearsal over, we all prepared to take our departure. To me, as I have said, had commonly fallen the pleasant responsibility of taking Miss Heck home and I had looked with some comfort to the walk that sweet summer evening. I had determined to follow up tho good effect of uiy experiment on her.

Mr. Hatcher led the way, bidding us all good night in the most cheeriul manner. As he withdrew, be directed glance of admiration at Mtss Beck bm in tbe generosity of my heart I forgave him—for had not I now secured, by an infallible method of my own, the exclusive good opinion* of that young lady? Next went forth the baxsand contralto—they were getting up a match it was whispered. And then—then—the tenor(who I supposed had entirely surrendered Miss Beck to me) tendered his services as an escort. She accepted them and bade me an indifferent good niglu, and off they paired. I was lelt alone— ah, no! Tom was there, aud as he moved around turning out the lights, In looked at me quizzingly, as if hounder stood per.ectly Ue fix I was in. I should have disgraced hitu on the spot but lor his raregitta as blower. 1 strolled out, rather savage, you tiny believe, aud walked a couple ot mtlc out of tbe way going home, to cool off. 1 had proved my theory, perhaps, but had I not loat Miss Beck There could be no mistaking tbe effect produced, while I sounded D—but might not every unna'ural influenco so exercised cause a reaction? Might she not, in pursuance of some profoundly unknown law ol tbe case, contract an aversion tor me, except when I could bring her under tbe dominion of tbe key note I wish ed I had never tested the theory, but had stuck to the old process of love making, aa banded dowu to us by otir ancestors.

As for the tenor, if he did not mind what he was about, I would di:

E HAUTE SAWRIJAY EVafefG MML.

-Ill 'ft' Mi Jit 'I TI Ml 11. a W I S ««iiny theorvcould be Dilrly tried, boesOas

IWrly tried, because

r, fi

She was like one fascinatf-u. by an irresistible spell. I, too, was powerfully affected. The convei$gfion, wiiich we had conducted mecwSM'-aJly

is the (inly one that gives stfsdy, At thsBat 9m«#|i ibef siniitbg, &{& o^be||ehe||»alj§aW,tJ^pm w«

|t "is the only one tHat gives -i slfady. At the prolonged note, capable not only of Hatch arousing, but of keeping up, t}»* symps- oonv thetio condition of the person experimented on.

playlnd what the qui music

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seconds, ceased an^.^g^^'jP were, looking into each other's ayes,' mtedly, and was pealing through tha #r like an angelicsumm ns. "What a sharp sound Mr. Moretovh?'' It was the voice of the assistant minister —a delicate hint that too much of'on* note was disagreeable. I turned on mv stool, and saw that tbe contralto,

teoor,

charge

him. His voice was reedy, and In bail lately taken to absinthe. Keally, it wa» about time be was dismissed

But Mr. Hatcher, 1 could not help thinking, was tbe prime cause ot the trouble. He had intruded on my juris diction. He had weakened mv authority over the singers. He had started what seemed to ibe secular eye, very like a flirtation with mr soprano and by tbe force of example had en ourftiteil tbe tenor to set upas my rival in ber affections. I resolved to take vigorous measures with Mr. Hatcher. And first, to obtain his key note.

He was present st tbe next rehearsal. Miss Beck was in attendance as usual, and seemed by ber actions desiruus ot making up lost ground with me. It it not In my nature to resist overture* from a pretty woman—you may smile. Jack, but you know you are equally susceptible—and la a minute we wer» friends good as ever. Tbe tenor *i« forgiven, ir not forgot ton, and so would have been the Rev. Mr. Hatcher, if h» had not mads himselfso exceedingly

nitytbdose. Hero wain Mi*i o* and agreesbie to the lady that evening. Aj* the assistant minister at rehearsals and I ssw blm smiling snd uttering honey here was my organ, on which I could ed words in ber ears (I could not heat strike notes experimentally while they them, but guessed they were boneyeo stood near me, and watch the effect from the saccharine expression ol hiupon tbem. An organ is tbe only in- face) tbe determination tu ouat him by Mnuaaot, exospt the vieiio, ou watsb my usw theory pussamd um.

oH^rtgialtjhoon o&redttr thhC lr. »tc#'haf *kip|§il«r

tnu

land foutionloeff lurch. IOPfik

tbe organists' side of favor of sdmltting such brtain restrictions. Mr.

Hatcher, aa4astfnty bound, mUdly op conversed, I secured _.d it. As we SiV upon Ms syps, esUbil^ai?K, Alter a momsniV Contest, my tnajfoJIiH superiority for bis eyes wavered ssI looked. At the same titwe I struok the op*» diapason, whose tones m«st nearly resembled those of MK Hatcher's volt* Slowlv I climbed tbe scale, dwelling on each note, and more and pore searching iuto the depths of his gray ori». Th® look I was conscious of assUmihihg was oforie who knew hissecretfandconld see it through masks of stone. Tbe flicktjrln« of his eyes ceased. They became riveted on mine. He turned pale, and beads of sweat start froitf his brow.

I was press'ng O sharp- T'ts* was bis kev note. What—what is the matter? Are you sick, Mr. Hatcher?"

It was the compassionate voice of Miss Beck, who bud seen, with some alarm, from the other side of the keyboard, my startling experiment on the assistant minister. I lifted ray linger, withdrew ikv gaze, snd Mr. Hatcher shook his head, and started nervously away, like one roused from a horrid dream.

"I—I am not well. I have a bad headache," he murmured, and sat down and looked about confusedly. Tbe tenor brought him a glass of water, and I opened a window to let in more ol the fresh evening air. In a few mo ments Mr. Hatcher was better. Though gratified at the remarkable success of mv te t, I regretted that the snbject had been made ill, and I kindly asked him what piece he would like to,have us sing next. He thanked me, and said be would not wait longer, but go home. And tlifs life did, looking so distressed, as ne bade us good night, that I really pitied him.

Our rehearsal over, it pleasantly fell to my part to escort the lovely soprano hfcr mother's house. Precisely how I to gained ibe information it is not neces sary to say but I was satisfied, before we got to Mrs. Beck's—it took some time to make the journey—that tbe young lady's key note bad not been struck in vain.

I am almost ashamed to tell you what followed of mv experiences With Mr. Hatcher. I plead the weakness oT hn man curiosity, and fc desire to hlmr Aruier hold on the assistant minister, in case he continued to iiitmde on the choir, as my excuses. Having bepovdnvinced, by f-he revelations of tbe key note, that Mr. Hatcher bad an unpleasant secret in his bosom—and feeling •onfident, as the police say, there was a woman in the c:ise—I set on foot a cautious inquiry into the gentleman's antecedents.

contidential friend of mine

undertook the mission for me. I h«d hoard that. Mr. Hatcher had left his tortner parish, in a county not far away, "juitfi suddenly and unexpectedly, and that tho ladies hrd keenly regrf tted his departure. Of course for he was a inan I assure yon, ofthe most engaging rnaners, an'd ot deep and genuine religious sensibilities. Please understand, agaiu, that I do not deny hi ji the possession of many high and rare qualities.

My friend visiwS#-'Mr. Hatcher's for r&jmiHEjKrtish, and soon made a great dis ^ve!?: had expected that the clergyman achieved a remarkable success among the ladies. His fine looks, captivating ways, and emotional nature, bad each contributed to make him quite the id 1 of the pews. Being a bachelor, a construction was put on

Mr Hatcher's attentions to the younger and fairer members ot the church, not warranted, I am bound to say, by the acts.

If ho should be blamed for

thoughtlessness in not checking his powers of fascination, those who suffered from them should also be censured for the carelessness with which they allowed themselves to become so deeply interested in him. You see I mean to do Mr. Hatcher justice. I feel that he neculiarly deserves it from me. .. j. risb,

One of the young ladies of the pa: who had contracted a strong pas3ion for the minister, was named Emma Faye. She was a beautiiul girl, an orphan, living with her aunt. Religion, poetry, sentiment, and delicate nerves, all quickened her admiration for him into an overpowerine love. She sat In a pew near the chancel, where she could see every movement of her idol—her God almost—at his solemn priestly rites. Mr. ilatcherwas quick to detect tbe emotions, differing from those merely of the devotee, which agitated thin lovely creature. What «n can blame him for feeling pleased with me exhibition? I, for one, ca'.not. ller looks were occas tonally retr. rued with more of meaning, perhaps, w.ao ib© minister intended to throw ii.t't them. Miss Faye's aunt soon t-otoed these tokens of sympathy betw a her niece and Mr. Hatcher, and sno aided in the mischief that followed, by inviting him frequently to ber Iioumj. There, at many interviews, Mins Knye derived the impression, from his kind and sympathetic manner, and from his hastily uttered words, too, I nave no douH,tbat her artless love was returned.

Mr. Hatchor soon found himself in an awkward position. His courtesies to Mish Faye had been remarked by everybody, aud had caused evident Jealousy iu others of his adtnlrsrs. Noma hints from discreet matrons of the parish inluced him suddenly to cease his vi«lts 11 the young lady aud the manifestation »t any* special iu erest in her." He did not reciprocate her attachment, and hoped, perhaps, it would die out. But she took tbe change iu his manner badly to heart. She sickened under it^and was soon confined to her bouse. Then it fell to the minister to call and see ber in her capacity of a sick member of tbe church—a duty be could not well avoid.

These official calls only made matter# worse, adding to the poor girl's passion, increasing the unpleasant gossip of the parish, and making Mr. Hatcher more averse to Miss Faye than ever. At last ibe situation became very embarrassing. All tbe facta were known and much exaggerated, and parties formed pro and con iu the church. By some dr. Hatcher was greatly censured by other* the whole subject wiu» dl*mis»ed with the declaration tnat MUs Faye was a fool. To escape from tbe dilemma in which he was placed, the minister suddenly left hla parish for tbe one where I had first ncountered him, and had never seen his old parishioners nor Km ma Faye aiace.

Such were the facta gathered by my friend. He did not see the unfortunate {Irl, but he learned that her health waa very poor ahe was expccted to die any Jay the country people all said ahe was •roken hearted. Since Mr. Hatcher had withdrawn from tbe pariah, public teellng had gathered against him, and •e waa almost universally denounced as ihougbtlen and careless—one or two ««id neartlefs—In bis oondudl toward he girl.

My friend and myself kept all these acts to ourselves but I could 4 resist ne temptation to let Mr. tUtcwr know tiat I knew them. Now was my grand ii«^5

three

inp tbe good

races of Misa eok, and felt surVthat if proposed I should be accepted, and have her hears in tbe bargain.

On Saturday night the assistant made bis appearance flRMBMlf. To me he vasltyprpme^genial, and to the cbarm,ng^tspprapo pore than customarily tender. My heart—I confess it with shauxa now—turned taat&el *Kj|in«t him. I no longer scrupled to bare to hls gsse my possession of bis secret. In an interval be sidled up to tbe orgsn and started a conversation on tb'e merits of wafer's "TanhbatMer** (portion* of which be had heaid at concert*)—I standing up for the music of the future on general principles of progress, snd Mr. Hatcher objecting to It aa an unpleasant innovation.

My fingers glided to tba keys, and filing my eyes vividly upon him, I suuck sharp of the qpen diapason. Tbe expected effect followed. Increasing pallor, a disturbance of the eyes, atremu lous motion ot the body, indicated his response to tbe key noto.

Suddenly, without withdrawing my gaze from him, I shut up the diauasou aud whipped out tbe vox humana and tremolo stops. On these I began to play a most mournful passage froiii one of Spobr's masses. Under my passionate hands the instrument fairly taiked. The tremolo lent its tearful quality to tbe wail of the vox huraaaa. It was like tbo cry of a woman—the effect at which I alined. I never played better in my lifo, and my feelings were never wrought up to higher pitch. I knew 1 waa trespassing on dangerous ground— the secrets Of a human soul.

Do you recognize it, Mr. Hatcher?" said I. 'd No! I do not. Wb—what is it he faltered.

JJie dirge of Emma Faye?" I whispered back, taking care that Uo one butMr. Hatcher should bear me.

I would have given anything the next minute to b,ave recalled the words. The poor man put his hand to his'brow, Mtaggered, and would have fallen had he not caught at a obair for support. "She is dead, then!" he exclaimed. Hoaveu pity mel'1

All present heard the words, and sorted in amazement. Ob, no air! She is'—l was about to add that she waa not dead, and to beg hia pardon for thus trifling with his feeling8, when he put oh uls hat, and, with a hasty good night, fled from tbe loft. I followed quickly, but, when I reached the open air, be bad disappeared.

But tbe altar-wlpdow is darkening, and I will bring my story to a close. Arid, first, about the unfortunate 'clergyman. Returuing to tho loft, I did uot dare to tell the witnesses of the scene the causes that lei to It, and we all agreed that Mr Hatcher's mind had become-suddenly affected, from parochial overwork, perhaps Bringing the rehearsal qui 'kly to a close, we went to the rector's bouse, where Mr. Hatcher lodged, and found he had arrived there and was the in his room. In response to a raessago from me, be sent down word that he was not well, and had re tired for the night. I oould not feel easy tlll I had coiiifessiid my wrong and so I wrote a note, to be handed to him in the piorning, saying that Miss Faye was not dead and asking his pardon for bav* ing annoyed him also assu|in|^^im that hi# secret waa safe. .,r

The next day, before the people "Vfdre fairly astir through the town, Mr, Hat. her had left our parish forever. And now I tax you to guess the two endings of my story—one of which will surprise you, and the other will not

I'm not very good at puzzles," I replied—that Is I the narrator of this story —"but one ending I hope is, that some day you will marry Miss Beck."

George laughed heartily. Right," said he we've been engaged five years Her mother was bed-ridden most of tnst time, and that's the reason we have not married. About four months ago Mrs. Beck died, and I hope to Introduce you to Mrs. Moretown, say next June—and you shall hear her sing."

I,gave him the grip of congratulation. "'And now for number two?" Give It up, George."

Then prepare to be amazed. The Kev. Mr. Hatcher went from our parish back to his old one, and there he mar ried Emma Faye."

Good for him," said I. Yes, Jack, and good for me, too for it relieves my mind like a reprieve from death. The poor girl soon recoverd her health, Mr. Hatchsr moved West, and Is now one of the most popular clergymen in his region." "Among the ladles?" I asked inno oently. s, of Course but, since his marriage, that causes no trouble. 'Tls the unmanied parsons that do the mischief. So, yon see, from these Illustrations, that my key-note theory is not bad to in

applv in certain cases." But, seriously, George, do you believe in it?. Perhaps the effects produced oould be explaiued by animal magnetism."

George laughed. "TO bo seriona, then, I think my magnetic power, or whatever we may call it, bad something to do with the phenomena. I have made no experiments since. Having secured Nellie Beck, I have no wish to fascinate any other woman, and not tbe least desire to bewitch a man. Now that you are forewarned, It would bo of no uso to try on you.—And now whatshall I play, my friend, to reward you for your patient listening?"

Suppe's overture to' Poet and Peaaant,' one of my favorites," I answered. Fire away, Tom!" shouted George, to tbe blower.

Chngb 1 wheeze! cbugh! and the organist dashed into the beautiful overture, and made such music aa might not be disdained in Paradise.

When tbe last rich strains pulsed tbrougn tbe air,tbe deep purple of comi"g night filled all tbe building.

And then we rose ami groped otir way out ofthe Church ofthe Evangel into that other church, whose floor is tlie whole earth, and whose roof I* the starry blue! ..

WK were told a story recemly. A gentleman of immense proportions entered acrowded car at Euiienton, leading by tie hand a very small woman, whom everybody supposed to be his daughter, judging from appearanoes. At Scrubgrass, a Titusvilie ollpmducer stepped aboard the train, and finding tbe seats all occupied, stepped up to the man, and mid: Will you be so kind as to allow metooocupy a part of this seat? I'll bold your lluledaughter on my knee" He retreated when tbe other rose up in a threatening mannerand talrly screamed "Daughter! She's mv wife, and Id like to catch you holding ber on your knee!" A peal of laughter followed tbts anouncement, and tbe Tltusvlll* man went out on tbe platform for air.—{Venango Cltisen.

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