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Show TWO SINGERS AND A SONd. ' , MTM.I.IN BI-.NNKTT. ICopjrljIil. IW1, bj ullf Slorj Talk Co) i The lnt notes of tlie voluntary died way In hlftHr. Fur a moment lha 1 restlcaa mnKri-Entlcin waa hushed. Only the niulllirl rmr of the stamp mills on tho opposite aide or the ' gulch broke tho silence with Its mun- otonotis r inltul r of something dennr than dnjr of ri'il. Through tho open windows of tho rtnirrh came the mlor of pines end the damp sweet licsh-noKH licsh-noKH of spring. A small boy looked 1 wistfully out unci thought of the rro- ' cure blooming iimlir the ruck on I th hillside. A young Klrl. with her II eyes on her ptn.vrr lixik. let her fmirjr ' stray to a witnllng ninuntnln roiul. and i a young mining expert driving alone. '. Into 1Mb waiting HtllliifHn of the ; church floNteil the nut fnlnt. sweet ' atralna of tnc, processional, hut alKive thrra clear and shrill rnng tho note of a popular tune a man was whittling In th itreei. following lb glittering glitter-ing cross down the aisle cam the vested choir, led by the thin, ahrlll Irebla of the little children. In the rear walked the sololata, marking the word of the hymn with dumb moving llpa to save their voice. line of these waa a stranger; the other, In aplte of dar ; rumor concerning bl fitness to wear a urpllec, waa the favorite at HI. John. He could ting like an angel, If be didn't live like one. Ill haiulsnmo. dissipated face, brought out In aharp contraat the pure, almost spiritual beauty of the new tenor. A the alhKur filed Into their plncra and the !ctitcd womhiper who hail been detained In the vestibule hurried lo Uiolr new, a atrlklug haiklng woman wom-an followed, tho usher . down the aisle to a eat. The pimple In the pew crowded doner together to make room for her, and noma one handed ker a prnyer book. No one noticed her again until her voice rang out on the chant. Then the people turned to look at her. None of the women knew her; moat of the men did. "Tbe puller for the third day of tha month morning prayer," read the rector In bla del p, mclndliiu voice, and then he waited while tho prayer book leave fluttered and riiKtleil and tbe singers laid their hymnal fnce downward to keep the place for tho k-lorla. '1-oril. who ahall dwell In thy tabornarle, or who shall ret upon Iky holy hill?" Me re. I In (w, Impressive Im-pressive tone and with a ruah of many hurried voice came. - tbe maponae, "Even ho Hint leadeth an incorrupt life and rioelb tho thing which la right and apcakcth the truth from bl heart." Kor the first time In year the word caught the attention of Do Vere. and with an tinronsclotn asso--elation of Idea he looked up at tha new tenor. Ho knew that the white snrpjlce enipligslred "th- aplrlttiAT quality In any face. Ho himself could - look almoat a aalnt In hi vcatment and the aulxlued light of the church, nut In thl boy'a le"cato, clear-cut fare there wa purity and atrengtb, aomethlng De Vere had believed In year ago and had lost. And Krrol, the new tenor, acemcd to look at hlra acroea the chancel with thn reproving eye of bl own loal youth. On tbe te deura ho could hear the tenor with Ita peculiar thrill and from the congregation con-gregation came tne mellow contraltd note of the woman, who waa . a atranger there. With a Quick aenae of mockery be Vere cloacd hla Hp and with a movement of hi hand to bla throat ahook bl bead at thn choir leader. Ho aang hla olo Just before the aermon, In a voice a trlllo hiiRky and etrange, ualng all hla art to con-coal con-coal lack be had never realized before. be-fore. Ho didn't know what the aermon aer-mon waa about. He hardly knew whether there wa one. Ho wa waiting fur the solo that wa to follow. A face might' deceive blm, but never a voire. The sermon waa ended, the offertory offer-tory taken, and the ushers standing ipecluntly In the rear of the church whon the organ rolled out tho familiar famil-iar prelude. "There la a green hill far away," aang Krrol I, and everybody listened. Tho voice waa a rich, awect tenor obuato, allowing Immaturity, some glaring fault of technic and a lack of that amoothnea aud Itnlsb that jimp 1 n Volo Was a Rich, Sweat Tenor j Robuato. was the beauty of He Veres. Hut these are the things lliat come with yeara and study; IHe appealing charm of the voice waa aouielhtng that neither maatera nor hard work, nor ' knowledge, of life, nor even heart- ! break can ever teach. It Henied In ' I Its very tones nd cadence to pi vaou ! ' f: i the gospel rf lovn and rlrht living. It opened up the gate of heaven and made honesty , and purity and even renunciation worth while. "He died to make ua good." and the listener wondered that their Inarta had ever mown bard aud their Uvea gone wrong There waa a hin-h over the church whin the ainger finished, broken only by the stifled aeb of a woman. who spent six ilnys of the wick In a ruah of business which knew neither mimic nor religion furtively wiped their eyes a aopintio In the choir Icwcd her head on the back of the at In front of her. and crliil aoftly "Then We'll Co Up to th Rectory and Be Married." without an effort at restraint; and a pale, tired woman In a front pew looked up with a new light In her this, pinched face aa though she had found something In life that made It worth the struggle. Ho Vere aat apparently unmoved, but his face was pale and t ie llpa were set In a thin straight line In the rrowdiil vchIIIiuIp at the cloae of the service be met tho woman with the voice and Joined' her. She looked startled, but the hnrd. dark face softened soft-ened a little and He Vera showed no trace of embarrassment, nor concern as hu walked Ix-sldo her down tho steps and out Into the bright sunlight w-lth the church people hu knew so well crowding him on all side. "I ll never sing In church again," he said as they turned down the step leading to Main street. "I have always al-ways known that aomn time long bo-fi.ro bo-fi.ro I loat my voice I d have to give ur this sort of alnglng. You know what I mean, we've talked It ovor often enough. It's my better aelf that slnga "fir cberch on Sunday mornings. It a the man I might have been. When I slug sacred music I always Imagine I'm that other fellow I might havo been and I've known that the time would come when I would be too far away from him to do It any longer." "Yes," tbe woman said softly, "but I don't understand why It bas coma to you so suddenly. What's the matter mat-ter today? (a It tlila new singer, this hoy? He doesn't alng aa well as you do. you know be doean't. Yet he'a thrown some kind of a apell over you. I taw that In church and I don't under-aland." under-aland." "Don't you?" l)e Vere said quietly. "Don't you know that he holda people and always will, hecauae back of hla beautiful voice and musical temperament tempera-ment la a pure, good life and a character char-acter that worth aomething? Don't you know that hi personal beauty baa little or nothing to do with. It? Ho not only foela what he alugs but be Uvea It seven duya III the week." They had paaaed the dead line and were In tho bad lamia, the district of dance halla and aoloona. In tho brief silence that bad fallen between them the woman wa walling breatbleaaly for what waa to come. Hhc had never before walked down Main atreet with De Vere In the broad glare of noon. Something untiHUa waa bound to happen. "Wo'll get dinner now," ho said In hla cool, practical faahlon of urranglng commonplace dotal!, "and then we'll go up to the rectory and be married. We'll leave town on tho night train and beglu all over aguln. It may be too lulu to do ua any good In till world, but peril u It will give u a sort of a tart In the next." |