" "How do you know she was so old, and unmarried?" asks the organist.

"You really mustn't make that noise," whispered the organist.

" "Spirits!" ejaculates the Ritualistic organist, shifting his umbrella for a moment while he hurriedly draws the antique bottle from his pocket.

" "Then, sir," exclaimed the organist, with spasmodic animation"then's not in your hicsperience to know howssleepy-I am-jus'-now.

Well, SLUKER had a pretty warm time of it in the Choir, and enjoyed himself very much, until they got a new Organist who pitched every thing in 'high C,' which was this young man's strong lead.

"And it was good as new," groaned the organist, with but one eye open.

(Greffington had lent its organist.)

But all's well that ends well; and you will be glad to hear that I have appointed her organist in my church.

And she said to herself, "I may be a fool, but Papa or the parish would have to pay an organist at least forty pounds a year.

On, then, proceeded the Ritualistic organist in the tawny light of the black leopard's eye: his stealthy follower trailing closely after in the shade of the roadside trees where the star-spotted leopard's black paws were plunged deepest.

In a long skirt, with her hair caught up under a gray toque that matched her coat perfectly, she was not my Olivia of the tam-o’-shanter, who had pursued the rabbit; nor yet the unsophisticated school-girl, who had suffered my idiotic babble; nor, again, the dreamy rapt organist of the chapel.

" "Well, then, where's that umbrella?" roared the organist, who seemed quite beside himself with grief and excitement.

His wife entered the great square pew, but he strode on to the chancel, tapped the organist unceremoniously on the shoulder and spoke to him.

It is said he has trained more good organists than any other teacher in Philadelphia.

At the end of that time, after repeatedly tripping-up its exasperated organist over wrong keys in the last bar, the accordeon finally relinquishes the concluding note with a dismal whine of despair, and retires in complete collapse to its customary place of waiting.

Now I'm a literary man" "C'd tell that by y'r-headerhair," murmured the Ritualistic organist.

"Where are those nephewswhere's that umbrella?" demanded the organist, with considerable ferocity.