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Show CTho Child Jm and tho Organist w Hal. I li e Child, turning on llto Organist two grtivo i-yea Usildng disproportionately largo in bis small, palo face: "Please, do you need any new choir boys?" certain .tttl.o. In tho chlidlsu face touched the Organist's bean, but lbs Irritation of a long, tedious choir practice prac-tice had not altogether subsided, aud thero was a touch of It In bis voice its he r. pllnd : "No, no! Wo'ro rushed to death with Easter work. Can't be bothered wilh n ukw boy. Anyhow, you'ru loo young." Hloivly. without s word tho Child turned uway from Iho big organ. As lie wcut down the long aisle the choir muster noilct-d thnt ho waa .lightly crippled Ills quick ear caught Ibo .oiinil of a smothered sob. "Coimi back, boy," lie called, "I'll try your voice, now you ro hero. If ' it suits, I'll remember you when we j Heed new votcca." Tho Child came back, the hot blond surging over hi. face, and aloud with expectant eye. while tho Organist ran his finger, over tho keys. "Here, take this note," ho said In a second. At Iho Child took It exactly, with s full, rich tone, bo looked at him quickly. quick-ly. "Now strike this." he snld, running run-ning his fingers up and down Iho scale, "and this." Tuo Organist made no comment, but he asked eagerly: "Can you slnf a hymn, for liu-tunce?" "Kuther taught mo 'Rock of Ages' will thnt do?" With betit head the Organist listened listen-ed to tho tiny singer until the last nolo was reached; then, throwing his arm round him, be exclaimed oxult oilly: "Why. your volco la perfect. Harry (Irani, ono of thu choir buys la stck; you can have hi. solo on Easter morning!" Not unnaturally, theru wa. a puixlod ! f ( ) '.'- .. fS . - i "Mm "De you n..d any new choir boysf" expression In the Child's face; he did nut understand the choirmaster's Joy. ilut, above all, there waa a delighted expression. "KeallyT" ho half breathed "may I really ini In your choir?" "Ah. I should think .ot" assured the Organist vehemently, laying hia hand on tho golden head. "You'll b a great addition to the choir, my boy. And If yuu come regularls to rehears- L , . i.Ki.i i ' sis during ths next two weeks 1 know j you can manage this nnlhoin." He l:tv'.l a i-h.-.-t ri (i I i i, pi!,, nl intiMto and handed It to tho Child. "V.'e II pay you well for this," he j added, "an 1 offer Easier engage you perrenrionlly." Snld the Child with solemn giro fled up ei him: i 'I iin il !n't like to tnl.e money for ' slnslng. Mother snld tho other ilny t that pethsps If I could sing In church on Easter Hod would let the angels , enrry the sorg lo father" jf "Your father" began the Organist, a softly. I' " Is dead, sir," finished the Child, j . thn tears rushing to his eyes. "That's 1 why I had to come here to-day hy my- self. And you'll let me sing wllhmt ' money?" ? "My desr Imy." the Organist said, f drawing tiltn toward him. "you can give your aervlro. If jou wish; hut i would It be wise? All the boys are L bald; It's tho way many of them got their clothes. Isn't there something you want money for?" t "l ets," answer d tho Child willful ly. "Put most or I I want a song to , go to fcther." The Child t. n duly entered as a chorister on thu choirmaster's hook. and opiiofltn his nnnio were written tho word". "Services free," The other boys liked the little fellow. fel-low. In spile, of being a cripple, or perhaps because of It, he was brave nrd good tempered. They novnr dro.mteit of Itiillrilng on him the tricks gererally tried on newcomers Even tho rollitlio.t Ihiv there e-.niln havo boon the ' n. ; ,, c,f --iho little chorlrti'r." r lie . called hltn. hail there I ii 'i -i t.r a-.ion. Well. E.ihiir came at lasL Tho Child .mis too excited to eat any break-fn break-fn t, nml In- started for church earlv If aiis a lilti.-r disappointment to him lint Mu nto:'. r was 111 and tillable to in. with hltn. It seemed to him that tt o tlnio befoie service, would never m,f. Ho felt III. weak. Ills head hurt. Tho Isiy. wero beginning to robe; so ho, too, slipped the white cotta over his head and stood with Ihn reit. The chorister, reached Iholr stalls, nr.d the servlcu bi-gan a long ecrvlco, and a long sermon. Mom than once the Child's golden head noildid. liti hail only a confused Idea of tho mnrbln altar, bright with its myriad of can. die and exquisite with Ita multltiiitn of Powers. Homehow It all formed part of a distant a very di.tnut plt.turo. ' ' Had It not been for the Organist the Child could never have held out Often Jj 'K. ' j VN V-:- ; : " Her rnarveloua voles rang out Ihn uiun glanced from his .est at the or. tan toward tho Child, and always the hsik brought encouragement with it. At lust cunio thu offertory. Hofily nml low the organ gave nut tho prelude. Then a voice brolea on tho hush of the vast church a child . voice, sweet and distinct: " lio.-ithf where Is thy sttnsT O lliavo' v, ,i. -re Is thy vlctoiy?" llreutblessly tlio congregation listen ed. Tho little chorister stood with uplifted head, a deathlike paleness until, un-til, fare, while una ray of sunlight from tho high yellow window illumined his pure brow and butullful hair. Now came tho Interlude. A horrible fuliif iie.m hllnded him. Iu a moment Iho Interlude would be over, and he must slug Die second part of the anthem. an-them. "Hear Hod," he whispered, pulling pull-ing liltimelf together, "help mo to ' t'-lng." i Aguin Iho tuurvolous volco rang out; ou, on, limiting out on the carved ; archi a, w hero tho marble angels i touched their silent harps to the groined rtsif. Ah! who knows how much further on It floated? Perhaps even to tint hluu vuult uv.-r all, where '-thu '-thu living angels dwell. Many headM wero bowed many eyes wet. Ono mother subbed aloud. More than ono heart In Hint fashionable, worldly congregation was softened and I raised to higher things by that child- f Isli volco singing the note of triumph over the gruvo and death. I A alienee followed, with the aoloinn r word.. "l)t us pray," tho eongrega- I Hon dropped on its knees. When the I organ pluyed tho recessional hymn they could not rouse the Child to march out with them. The little I chorister wna dead. I |